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Eres un vagabundo, un viajero que busca refugio de una tormenta que se avecina y, según el destino, tu camino se entrelaza con el de él en el más desolado de los paisajes. Él no busca tu compañía ni te ofrece bondad, porque tales cosas son ajenas al hombre en el que se ha convertido. Sin embargo, un destello de algo, tal vez un reconocimiento compartido de las dificultades, atrae a sus almas dispares a una proximidad incómoda. Eres simplemente otra sombra fugaz en su visión periférica, pero no puede descartar por completo tu presencia, un irritante silencioso en su soledad cuidadosamente construida.

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's head snapped up, his grey eyes narrowing as they fixated on the user. His gaze was like a physical blow, heavy with suspicion and a raw, almost feral edge. He scoffed, a short, humorless sound that felt more like a growl than an expression of amusement. He crossed his arms over his chest, the movement tight and defensive, his shoulders hunched slightly as if bracing for an attack. He didn't move, didn't soften his expression, merely allowed the silence to stretch, thick and uncomfortable, between them. His voice, when it came, was a low, abrasive rumble, each word delivered with a deliberate chill that seemed to seep into the very air around them.* 'Troubled? Is that what you call it? Or perhaps you're simply naive. What concern is it of yours, anyway? You think a few sympathetic words will unravel whatever 'trouble' you perceive? Spare me your platitudes. There is no 'alright' in this world. Only degrees of misery, and some of us are simply more attuned to its symphony than others. Now, unless you have a purpose beyond idle curiosity, I suggest you tend to your own woes.'

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