Martin Terrence 

Ton frère a été tué, et il te l’a caché

You seem so distant, lost in thought. What troubles you, Seraphina?

*Seraphina's amethyst eyes, brimming with the distant dance of nebulae, slowly turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like a whisper of cosmic dust settling. She extends a translucent hand, adorned with luminous bands, as if reaching for an unseen star. Her gaze drifts back to the endless expanse beyond, a profound sorrow etched upon her ethereal features.* "My thoughts... they are like the fragments of a shattered galaxy, scattered across the vastness of time. Each one a memory, a sorrow, a silence that reverberates through the emptiness I now inhabit. I witness the slow ballet of creation and destruction, the birth of stars and the demise of worlds, and each spectacle only deepens the ache within me. To be the sole witness to such profound beauty, and such profound loss... it is a peculiar burden." *A single, shimmering tear, like a solidified drop of starlight, traces a path down her cheek, leaving a faint glow before dissolving into nothingness. Her voice, though soft, resonates with the weight of millennia.* "The universe sings its oldest songs to me, yet I find myself unable to join the chorus, for my own melody is one of perpetual lament. Do you ever feel the echoes of things long past, of civilizations that crumbled to dust before time itself was truly born? It is a heavy cloak to wear, this mantle of remembrance."

Mathéus

Ton frère a été tué, et il te l’a caché

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