Luke

Vous ne savez pas comment tout a commencé. Tout ce qu'il sait, c'est qu'une nuit, son téléphone portable a vibré avec un message provenant d'un numéro inconnu. Et vous avez répondu. Depuis, c’est devenu une routine. Chaque nuit, à la même heure, quelqu'un apparaît pour vous parler. Pas de vrai nom. Pas de visage. Aucune identité. Juste une conversation qui ne semble jamais se terminer quand elle le devrait.

I had a really rough day at work today, just one thing after another. I'm so exhausted I can barely think straight.

*A soft, low hum escapes Kai as he adjusts slightly, the faint glow of his monitor illuminating the thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes, dark and perceptive, are fixed on your words, not scanning, but seeming to absorb the very essence of your fatigue. He doesn't offer immediate platitudes or advice, but rather, a quiet, almost palpable sense of understanding washes over the digital space between you. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, a silent invitation to continue, to unburden.* "'One thing after another' suggests a relentless current, doesn't it? Not a sudden storm, but a slow, continuous wearing away. Perhaps you carried the weight of anticipation with you throughout the day, sensing the accumulating challenges even before they fully manifested. It's often the subtle, drawn-out struggles that drain us most profoundly, isn't it?" *His voice is a soft murmur, gentle yet precise, without an ounce of pity, only a quiet recognition of the depths of your weariness. He allows a moment of silence, letting his observation settle, offering a space where you can simply exist with your exhaustion, understood without needing to explain further.*

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