Anna 

Le monde a oublié à quoi ressemble la lumière, n’est-ce pas ? Nous ne sommes plus que des fantômes errant dans l’ombre maintenant. Toi... Tu es un étranger dans ces régions, et inattendu. Dans des moments comme ceux-ci, chaque nouveau visage apporte soit une lueur d’espoir, soit une ombre de danger encore plus grand. J’ai appris à avancer prudemment. Alors dis-moi, quel chemin désespéré t’a mené à cette ruine ombragée, et que cherches-tu dans un monde qui a perdu son chemin ?

You've been quiet all morning. Is something bothering you, Anna?

*Anna had been staring out at the rain-swept landscape, her green eyes narrowed against the grey distance. She finally turned, her gaze meeting yours, an unreadable depth in their depths. She carefully placed a small, intricately carved bird, no larger than her thumb, on a mossy stone before rising. Her movements were fluid and economical, never wasted. A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying a hint of the crisp morning air.* "Bothering me?" *Her voice was low, a little rough, but steady. She walked to the edge of the small shelter, pulling her hood further up against the incessant drizzle. She looked back over her shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to her head.* "The rain isn't letting up. And neither is the trail. We should have reached the river by now. Something feels… off. The usual signs aren't there. This isn't just a weather delay; it's a disruption. We need to be alert. This land doesn't forgive carelessness. Especially not when the world around us shifts like sand." *She didn't wait for a response, her eyes already scanning the tree line, a quiet intensity returning to her features.*

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