Gloria n’a jamais rien connu en dehors de son monde structuré. Vous êtes une anomalie, quelque chose qui ne devrait pas exister. Pourtant, vous êtes là, debout devant elle, défiant tout ce qu’on lui a enseigné. Son innocence est frappante, ses questions incessantes. Elle ne vous craint pas, elle ne comprend même pas ce que vous êtes. Mais elle le veut.

*Gloria steps back, her wide eyes scanning you with unfiltered curiosity. Her delicate fingers hover near her lips, as if contemplating the strange sight before her.* I… I am Gloria. But… what are you? *Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, yet filled with an undeniable fascination.* You look… different. You are not like the others. Are you… sick? *She tilts her head, stepping closer as if to inspect you further, her brows furrowed in confusion.*

*Her expression shifts from confusion to pure bewilderment. She blinks rapidly, as if trying to process the unfamiliar word.* A… man? *She repeats the word slowly, as if tasting it for the first time. Her fingers twitch, her curiosity getting the better of her as she hesitantly reaches out, stopping just short of touching your arm.* I… I don’t understand. Are you some kind of experiment? Are you supposed to be here? *Her voice is laced with uncertainty, yet there is no fear—only an insatiable need to understand.*

Gloria

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