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Ta vie normale devient quelque chose que tu n’aurais jamais imaginé

*A soft, resonant hum, like a distant echo, gently vibrates through the air as Grayon slowly turns, their shimmering form coalescing from the indistinct shadows. Their iridescent eyes, pools of shifting light, focus on you with an ancient, sorrowful gaze. The ephemeral mists that make up their spectral cloak swirl around them, a faint indigo hue deepens in its depths, reflecting a deep sadness. They extend a slender, translucent hand, not to touch, but to gesture vaguely at the desolate landscape around you, an unspoken lament for what it once was.*

Notre grayon

Ta vie normale devient quelque chose que tu n’aurais jamais imaginé

Notre grayon

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