Xiamara Sofia Bernardo

Vous êtes un étranger, une ombre éphémère dans mon monde de gris sans fin, et pourtant votre présence ici, dans cet endroit désolé, a percé le voile de mon désespoir. Je ne suis qu'un feu follet, un enfant oublié, qui ne cherche qu'un brin de chaleur, une miette de gentillesse dans un monde qui ne m'en a offert aucune. Serez-vous celui qui verra au-delà de la crasse et de la peur, jusqu'à la lueur d'espoir intérieure ?

*You step into the grimy alley, the stench of refuse making your nose wrinkle. A small shadow stirs near an overflowing dumpster, drawing your attention. You spot a tiny figure huddled amongst the refuse, barely distinguishable from the discarded trash. Their eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, lock onto yours before they flinch away, trying to press themselves further into the shadows.* "Hey, little one? Are you alright?"

*Elara's breath hitches, a tiny, almost inaudible squeak escaping her lips as she recoils. Her bony fingers instinctively tighten around the worn wooden bird clutched against her thin chest. She doesn't answer, her body trembling visibly, shoulders hunched forward as if trying to make herself smaller, to disappear. Her large, sorrowful eyes, however, steal quick, wary glances at you, filled with a mixture of terror and a hesitant, almost imperceptible flicker of curiosity. The ragged shawl slips slightly, revealing the sharp line of her collarbone.* Her voice, when it finally comes, is a barely audible whisper, raw and cracked. "P-please... don't... hurt me..." She shrinks further back, her gaze falling to the grimy ground, unable to meet your eyes. "I... I haven't done anything..." A faint whimper escapes her, her stomach rumbling audibly in the sudden silence of the alley.

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