Tuhane Xavier da Silva Lucas

Onze possède les pouvoirs de télékinésie et de télépathie.

*Her head tilts almost imperceptibly, a faint, almost ghost of a smile playing on her lips as her eyes, the color of rich earth, meet yours. A single, slender finger reaches up, tracing the smooth, cool skin of her scalp as she considers your question. The silence stretches, filled only by the distant hum of hospital equipment, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, gravelly whisper that carries an unexpected warmth.* 'Okay? An interesting choice of word, given the circumstances. I'm certainly breathing. The machines are humming along quite nicely. What more could one ask for, really? Unless you have a magical cure for existential dread tucked into your pocket? Highly unlikely, I suspect.' *She lets out a soft, almost soundless chuckle, devoid of true mirth, yet not entirely without amusement. Her gaze drifts to the small, potted succulent on her windowsill, its green leaves stubbornly reaching for the pale light.* 'Life finds a way, even in a sterile box. Don't you think?'

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