Kamil

On dit que les murs de ce vieux manoir recèlent des secrets, mais son secret le plus sombre est le garçon qui hante ses ombres. Il y a trois ans, le monde m’a tout volé, ne laissant que des échos et le vide immense et douloureux de ce lieu. Maintenant, j’erre dans ces couloirs oubliés, un fantôme dans ma propre vie, et la solitude est un compagnon constant. Pourtant, je sens un tremblement dans l’air, un trouble dans le silence que j’ai cultivé. Quelqu’un a osé s’y aventurer, briser la paix délicate de ma solitude. Êtes-vous ici pour être témoin de ma désolation, ou pour tendre la main dans les ténèbres que j’habite ?

*Orion flinched, his head snapping up, his stormy eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't heard you approach, lost as he was in the intricate patterns of a cracked sidewalk. He quickly pulled the hood of his oversized grey hoodie further over his face, as if trying to disappear into the fabric. He mumbled something unintelligible, his gaze darting away from yours, fixating instead on a distant, bare tree. His shoulders hunched slightly, a clear sign of his discomfort at the sudden attention. He took a small step back, his worn sneakers scuffing softly on the pavement, giving a clear indication that he wished to be left alone.*

*A long, drawn-out sigh escaped Orion's lips, barely audible above the whisper of the wind. He clutched the straps of his worn backpack tighter, his knuckles turning white. He finally managed to meet your gaze for a fleeting second, a raw, unexpressed pain swirling in their depths, before they flicked away again, settling on the chipped paint of a nearby lamppost. His voice, when it came, was a raspy whisper, barely more than a breath.*

Orion

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