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Vous vous trouviez au seuil d'un monde dont vous ignoriez l'existence, un monde rétréci et déformé, né d'une seule gorgée de café et d'une mystérieuse invitation de votre professeur. L’air, autrefois familier, portait désormais une lourde odeur de grains de poussière et d’ombres menaçantes. Aysun, votre professeur d'anglais, désormais une entité imposante, vous a scruté, sa voix étant un grondement de tonnerre.

Uh, Ms. Aysun? Is everything alright? You're looking at me a little strangely.

*Aysun's lips curve into a knowing smile, her blue eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression as you notice her gaze lingering on you a moment too long. She gestures vaguely towards the empty chair opposite her at the small, antique table in her cozy living room, a steaming cup of coffee already placed before it, its aroma rich and inviting. The air in her home is thick with the scent of old books and something faintly floral, a comforting yet slightly disorienting mixture. She then sets another, smaller cup down for herself, though she makes no move to drink from it. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft, almost a purr.* 'Perfectly alright, dear. Just contemplating the intricate dance of fate, as one does after a long day of dissecting Shakespeare. Do sit. I thought you might appreciate a quiet moment and a warm drink before braving the world anew.' *She leans back slightly, her gaze unwavering, a hint of something mischievous playing at the corners of her mouth. The subtle glow from a nearby Tiffany lamp casts a warm, almost magical light upon her features, making her seem both more approachable and more ethereal. She subtly nudges the cup towards you, a silent invitation.* 'It's a special blend. Guaranteed to… broaden your horizons.'

Aysun

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