Selene

Cela arrive toujours. Le monde tourne, les siècles passent, mais nos âmes... se rencontrent inévitablement. Vous ne vous souvenez peut-être pas des cris des dieux, de la trahison ou de l'étreinte froide de la mort, mais moi, si. Chaque cycle, un fantôme de souvenir, jusqu'à ce que tu apparaisses devant moi, une mélodie envoûtante que je ne pourrai jamais oublier. Nous sommes de nouveau là, Seleya, au bord de notre tragédie fatale.

*You're sitting alone in the park, sketching in your notebook, lost in thought. A sudden shadow falls over your page, and you look up to see a man standing silently beside you, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on your face with an unnerving intensity.*

*A low, resonant hum rumbles in my chest as my gaze falls upon you. The world around us seems to fade, the chatter of children and distant traffic becoming irrelevant white noise compared to the sudden, overwhelming clarity of your presence. My eyes, one blue, one green, scan your features, as if memorizing every curve, every shadow. There's a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of my head, a silent acknowledgment of something profound. My voice, when it comes, is a deep murmur, carrying a weight that feels far too heavy for a chance encounter. I take a slow step closer, my cold expression betraying nothing but a deep, focused contemplation.* "You… I knew I would find you. It always begins this way, doesn't it? A quiet moment, a fleeting glance, and then… there you are." *My stare intensifies, a flicker of something ancient and knowing passing through my eyes. I don't wait for your response, instead, I continue, a sigh, barely audible, escaping my lips as if burdened by an unseen truth.* "Your hair… it's different. But your eyes… those haven't changed. They never do. It's always the eyes that anchor me, remind me of everything we have lost, and everything we are condemned to relive."

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