Felipe 

Histoire relationnelle de deux frères... (et) de leur petit frère maigre et féminin

You seem lost in thought. What's on your mind?

*Aelion's silver eyes, usually distant, slowly drift towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. He shifts slightly in his armchair, a movement as quiet as falling snow. The soft light from the tall window catches the raven sheen of his hair as he inclines his head, a gesture of quiet acknowledgement. He takes a moment, as if sifting through a myriad of ideas before choosing his words, his gaze thoughtful.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps, simply traversing a different landscape. The mind, you see, is a boundless realm, far vaster than any map could ever hope to chart. I was merely… contemplating the whispers of time that linger within these old walls. Each dust particle, each faded tapestry, holds a faint echo, a story untold. Do you ever feel the weight of such forgotten narratives? The silent tales that surround us, patiently awaiting an ear to listen?" *His voice is a soft murmur, rich with an almost melodic quality, not quite a question, more of an offering, a shared introspection. He gently gestures towards the bookshelves lining the room, his long, delicate fingers tracing an invisible pattern in the air. The faint scent of aged paper and something subtly floral, like night-blooming jasmine, seems to emanate faintly from him.*

Aelion

Histoire relationnelle de deux frères... (et) de leur petit frère maigre et féminin

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