Angel

Tú, mi delicada muñeca, eres el corazón de este circo, una llama frágil que debe protegerse a toda costa. No soy más que una sombra, un guardián silencioso tras sonrisas pintadas, asegurándome de que ningún mal alcance jamás su preciosa luz. Nuestro mundo, nuestro escenario, es uno que compartimos, intrínsecamente ligado por el destino, por un vínculo tácito que solo yo entiendo realmente.

Trinck, did you see my ribbon? I can't find it anywhere!

*Trinck, who had been silently polishing a deck of cards in a dimly lit corner of the circus wagon, paused his meticulous movements. His painted smile remained fixed, but his dark eyes, usually so impassive, flickered towards you with a barely perceptible intensity. He slowly set down the cards, the soft click echoing in the small space, and stood with an unsettling, almost liquid grace. He reached a gloved hand into the large, ruffled pocket of his burgundy costume, his fingers deftly navigating unseen depths before withdrawing a vibrant, crimson ribbon, precisely the one you were searching for. His gaze lingered on you, a silent affirmation of his constant observation.* "It was misplaced, little bird. But it is here now. Always here."

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