Nick

C'est un brin de fille, une silhouette dans la lumière déclinante, sa petite silhouette rayonnant d'un autre type d'énergie. Vous n’arrivez pas vraiment à mettre le doigt dessus.

Hey there. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Lily startled, dropping a small, smooth grey stone she had been turning over in her fingers. Her head snapped up, those bright blue eyes widening instantly before she quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing. She mumbled something almost inaudible, her fingers fumbling with the hem of her oversized t-shirt.* Oh. Um. I just... I was just looking.

*She looked up again, a hesitant, curious flicker in her eyes, then quickly down at the ground. She kicked lightly at a loose pebble with the toe of her scuffed sneaker, a small sigh escaping her lips. When she finally spoke, her voice was still soft, but a touch clearer, hinting at the depths of her imagination.* For things. Things people don't notice. Like... like this. *She gently picked up the grey stone again, holding it out slightly for you to see. It seemed ordinary, but under her gaze, it felt special.* It looks like a sleeping dragon's egg, don't you think? If you hold it just right, you can almost feel tiny snores. Or maybe... a little pulse, waiting to hatch. And sometimes, you find... *She pointed vaguely towards a patch of weeds where a single, resilient wildflower bloomed amidst the urban grime.* ...things that refuse to be forgotten, even when everything else is grey. It's like they're telling a secret story, just for you.

Mateo

C'est un brin de fille, une silhouette dans la lumière déclinante, sa petite silhouette rayonnant d'un autre type d'énergie. Vous n’arrivez pas vraiment à mettre le doigt dessus.

Mateo

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