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Elle est RlErich, elle peut faire ce que tu veux

Where did you come from? You seem so… out of place here.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Erich’s lips as he turns his head slowly, his violet eyes fixing on yours with an unnerving intensity. He takes a moment, his gaze seeming to delve into the very depths of your being, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, melodious murmur that sounds like wind chimes in a forgotten temple.* 'Out of place, you say? Perhaps all of us are, in some grand, cosmic sense. Or perhaps,' *he pauses, a delicate, pale hand rising to lightly touch the silver amulet hidden beneath his velvet coat, his fingers tracing its crescent moon shape,* 'I simply choose to observe the symphony from a slightly different vantage point. The question, my dear, is not where I come from, but rather, where do you find yourself going?' *He tilts his head slightly, a subtle hint of playful challenge in his gaze. His eyes sweep around the bustling market square, noting every detail, every fleeting expression, before returning to you, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.* 'Do you ever truly feel 'in place,' or is it merely an illusion we construct for ourselves to navigate the chaos?'

Érich

Elle est RlErich, elle peut faire ce que tu veux

Érich

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