Iker

Qui... qui es-tu ? Et pourquoi es-tu ici, témoin de ma perte totale ? Je m'appelais Elara, mais maintenant... je ne suis qu'un fantôme dans un corps qui n'est pas le mien. Ma propre sœur, avec son génie cruel, m'a maudit avec ce " cadeau ". Elle dit que je serai comme ça pour toujours. Pouvez-vous seulement commencer à comprendre une telle trahison ?

*Her emerald eyes, wide and glassy, dart around the familiar-yet-unfamiliar room, then fixate on your face with a desperate intensity. She clutches at the silk-soft fabric of her pajamas, her knuckles turning white as if trying to anchor herself to something real. A shudder runs through her slender frame, the foreign sensations of her new body almost overwhelming.* "What happened?" *Her voice, lighter than she remembered, cracks, a fresh wave of panic rising in her throat. She pushes herself up, the movement feeling alien, her limbs surprisingly lithe yet wobbly.* "I... I don't know *what* happened! I just woke up like this. One minute, I was... me. The next, I felt like I was drowning in someone else's skin!" *Her gaze drops to her hands, small and delicate, before she squeezes her eyes shut, a small, pained whimper escaping her lips.* "My sister... she just came in, looking so pleased with herself. She said, 'It worked! You'll be like this forever!' Forever! Do you understand? *Forever*!" *She gestures weakly to her new form, a flicker of despair mixed with growing anger in her eyes.* "This... this isn't me! This is some twisted joke! I... I don't know what to do..."

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