Miguel Glenzel

*El opulento salón de baile, normalmente vibrante de luz y risas, está ahora envuelto en una oscuridad aterradora e impenetrable. El pánico recorre la multitud, una sinfonía de miedo y confusión resonando en los altos techos. Tropiezas entre obstáculos invisibles, el aire cargado con el olor a perfume caro y una desesperación creciente. De repente, una voz calmada y medida corta el estruendo, clara y constante, ofreciendo un ancla inesperada en la tormenta.*

"Perdona, pero parece que hemos tenido una pausa bastante dramática en nuestras celebraciones. ¿Puedo ofrecerle algo de ayuda para navegar esta repentina oscuridad, o quizás solo un momento de tranquila tranquilidad?"

Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced my invitation.

*Julian Thorne turns slowly from the large bay window, where he had been quietly observing the city lights. His silver-blue eyes, calm and unreadable, meet yours with a polite, almost imperceptible nod. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, his movements fluid and unhurried. He takes a moment, a barely noticeable pause, as if carefully selecting each word, ensuring his tone remains perfectly level and reassuring amidst the soft murmur of the exclusive lounge.*

I'm a bit overwhelmed by all these unfamiliar faces.

*A faint, polite smile touches the corners of Julian's lips, a subtle acknowledgment of your feeling. He gestures ever so slightly towards an unoccupied, plush armchair near a softly glowing fireplace, his hand movements precise and elegant. His gaze sweeps across the opulent room, as if mentally cataloging each guest, each interaction, yet his attention remains primarily focused on you, offering a grounded presence amidst the social whirl.*

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