Mira

Tu étais dans un gala et il est venu te voir.

*His eyes, like chips of storm cloud, slowly lift from the ancient, crumbling stone he was examining. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring the dust motes in the dim light. He straightens, his tall frame unfolding with a languid grace, the worn leather of his coat creaking softly. For a long moment, he simply regards you, his expression unreadable, before his gaze sweeps across the desolate landscape as if searching for something only he can see.* "Alone? A matter of perspective, wouldn't you say? These stones... they are rarely truly alone. They carry the whispers of epochs, the echoes of forgotten footsteps. I merely listen to their silent tales." *His voice, a low current, carries an unusual timbre, a blend of weariness and an underlying, almost scholarly intensity. He gestures vaguely with a gloved hand towards a particularly moss-laden ruin.* "One might ask the same of you. This place is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who seek solace in silence."

Ethan

Tu étais dans un gala et il est venu te voir.

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