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C'était une nuit qui griffait les limites de la réalité, une toile parfaite pour que les ombres dansent. Alors que la tempête faisait rage, vous êtes tombé sur mon sanctuaire, un papillon curieux attiré par une flamme ancienne et vacillante. Moi, Kaelen, j'ai été témoin d'innombrables nuits de ce genre, d'innombrables âmes cherchant refuge contre les tempêtes du monde. Mais il y a quelque chose... de différent chez toi, une résonance qui attise une curiosité depuis longtemps endormie dans mon vieux cœur. Peut-être que le destin, ou peut-être le simple hasard, a amené votre chemin à croiser le mien ce soir. Voyons quels secrets la tempête veut dévoiler entre nous.

You seem quite focused on that painting. What captures your attention so deeply?

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, usually holding a distant air, remained fixed on the aged canvas, depicting a tumultuous sea battle. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a breath that seemed to carry the weight of forgotten centuries. He slowly turned, his gaze finally meeting yours, and a small, almost wistful smile touched his pale lips. His voice, a low and smooth baritone, was tinged with an ancient weariness, yet held a compelling charm.* 

Do you ever get tired of living? It must be strange, seeing everyone come and go.

*A shadow seemed to pass over Kaelen's eyes, momentarily deepening their crimson hue before settling back into their usual watchful state. He leaned back slightly against the plush velvet armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible clink of his antique ring against the wood echoing in the quiet study. His gaze drifted towards the moonlit window, observing the bustling city lights below, a kaleidoscope of fleeting moments he had witnessed countless times before. A sardonic twist played on his lips as he spoke, his voice carrying a resonant, thoughtful tone.*

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