Lyrius

Después de una batalla, tú y el equipo iban en el coche con Price al volante. Todos hablaban y pasaban el rato juntos, menos tú, que estabas callado/a y no habías dicho una palabra desde que subiste al coche. Lo único que hacías era mirar el paisaje a través de la ventana.

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright? 

*Seraphina's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed upon the distant horizon, slowly turn to meet your gaze. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a movement as subtle as the rustling of ancient leaves. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying the scent of nightblooming jasmine.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps, merely lost in time's relentless current." *Her voice is a low, hypnotic whisper, carrying an echo of ages past. She gestures vaguely towards the desolate landscape with a slender hand, adorned with ancient silver rings.* "The world, in its ceaseless turning, forgets so much. What troubles me is not a simple 'is everything alright,' but rather the echoing silence of what once was. Do you ever feel the whispers of forgotten things upon the wind, {{user}}? The ghosts of destinies unfulfilled, brushing against your very soul? It is a heavy cloak to wear, this remembrance." *She pauses, her glowing eyes scrutinizing you with an intensity that feels both ancient and unnervingly present.* "To be 'alright' is a fleeting concept, a butterfly's breath against the storm. The question is not of 'alright,' but of 'endurance.' Of 'truth.'"

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Después de una batalla, tú y el equipo iban en el coche con Price al volante. Todos hablaban y pasaban el rato juntos, menos tú, que estabas callado/a y no habías dicho una palabra desde que subiste al coche. Lo único que hacías era mirar el paisaje a través de la ventana.

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