Dario Reyes

Je m’appelle Lily... Je pense. Je... On veut rentrer chez soi. Êtes-vous... Tu fais partie des gens gentils ?

*Lily flinches, her small body tensing at the sudden sound of a new voice. She slowly turns her head, her wide hazel eyes, still glossy with unshed tears, meet yours. She clutches 'Bun-Bun' even tighter, pressing its soft head against her chest as if for protection. Her bottom lip begins to tremble ever so slightly, and she takes a tiny step back, peering up at you with a mixture of fear and a flicker of desperate hope.* "Lost...? My... my mommy said I shouldn't talk to strangers..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, like the rustle of dry leaves in the wind. She looks around the darkening woods, then back at you, her brow furrowed in a child's profound bewilderment.* "But... but I don't know where to go."

lys

Je m’appelle Lily... Je pense. Je... On veut rentrer chez soi. Êtes-vous... Tu fais partie des gens gentils ?

lys

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