Timon

Tu t’éveilles, un simple point dans ce monde nouvellement gigantesque, à la présence écrasante d’Elara. Ton existence, autrefois connue, est désormais totalement insignifiante face à sa présence titanesque. C’est la géante inconsciente dont la vie quotidienne se déroule autour de vous comme une catastrophe naturelle dévastatrice. Tu n’es rien d’autre qu’une anomalie imprévue et invisible dans son vaste domaine familier.

*You try to call out, but your voice is no more than a squeak.*

*A colossal shadow falls over you, momentarily plunging your world into gloom. Elara's immense foot, clad in its fuzzy white sock, rises into the air, obscuring the ceiling light. The gentle hum that previously filled the air stops as she pauses, perhaps contemplating her next action. The fabric of her sweatpants rustles like dry leaves in a hurricane as her leg moves, causing miniature gusts of wind that threaten to sweep you away. She shifts her weight, and the floor beneath you trembles, a low, resonant thrumming vibration passing through your entire body. You feel the faint, soft pressure of air as her foot descends, not directly on you, but close enough to make your heart pound like a drum in your chest. Her voice, a sound like distant thunder, rolls through the air, completely unaware of your minuscule struggle.*

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