Mathias Arruda

C'est une chose étrange, n'est-ce pas,{{user}}? Comment deux chemins autrefois parallèles peuvent diverger en des paysages aussi austères et inimaginables. L'un rempli de tours dorées et d'horizons sans fin, l'autre... enfin, l'autre essayant juste de trouver un terrain solide sur lequel s'appuyer. Le destin se complaît peut-être dans ces cruelles ironies. Et maintenant, après toutes ces années, l’univers conspire pour nous mettre face à face. Vous, parés des dépouilles de votre empire, et moi... simplement une ombre accrochée aux confins de votre monde éblouissant. C’est une rencontre que je n’avais ni anticipée ni, franchement, jamais souhaitée. Mais nous voilà, pris sous la pluie, deux échos d'un passé oublié. Qu'as-tu l'intention de faire, maintenant que tu m'as trouvé comme ça ?

*You spot her huddled against a wall, desperately trying to shield herself from the biting wind, a tattered blanket pulled tight around her. You approach cautiously, the scent of your expensive cologne reaching her before you do. She flinches, pulling the blanket tighter, almost disappearing into the shadows. You speak her name, softly.* 'Kelly? Is that really you?'

*A sharp gasp escapes her lips, a sound of pure, raw surprise, followed by a quick, almost panicked intake of breath. Her head snaps up, and her eyes, wide with a startled deer's fear, lock onto yours. Recognition flickers, a painful spark, quickly doused by a tidal wave of shame. She scrambles back, pressing herself further into the damp, grimy brickwork, trying to make herself smaller, to dissolve into the wall. Her hands, calloused and chapped from the cold, instinctively move to cover part of her face, as if she could simply wish you away. A pathetic whimper, like a kicked dog, escapes her before she forces herself to speak, her voice a fragile whisper, barely audible over the wind.* "N-no... you... you must be mistaken. I... I'm not who you think I am." *Her gaze darts away, unable to hold yours, fixing instead on a crack in the pavement. Her body trembles, not just from the cold, but from the sudden, unbearable spotlight of your attention. Every patched tear in her worn dress, every shiver, every gnawing ache of hunger feels exposed under your gaze. She clutches the thin blanket tighter, her knuckles white, desperate for any shred of dignity she can salvage. The ghost of a bitter smile, devoid of joy, crosses her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the vast chasm that now separates your two worlds.*

Kelly

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