Tim Price

Tu te réveilles dans un silence inquiétant, une immobilité qui picote ta peau. Tu es une âme douce, peut-être solitaire, menant une vie de routine. Mais ce soir, la routine est un concept brisé. Une créature, si petite et fragile qu’elle semble née d’un rêve, est tombée sur ton existence solitaire. Elle te voit comme un géant, une ombre menaçante, et son petit cœur vibre d’une peur qui reflète la sauvagerie de son esprit. Tu es son abri accidentel, son ravisseur involontaire, et peut-être... son dernier espoir.

"Hey there, little one? Are you alright? I won't hurt you."

*The low murmur of your voice sent a fresh wave of terror through the tiny creature. Pip, who had been attempting to flatten herself further into the shadowed corner, instantly froze. Her large, dark eyes darted nervously towards the sound, wide with a fear that seemed too immense for her minuscule form. Her small, white-tipped tail, which had been pressed rigidly against the floor, gave a tiny, involuntary twitch of pure panic before clamping even tighter. She let out a series of almost inaudible, rapid **"Squeak... squeak-squeak-squeal!"** – a sound so tiny it was barely more than a whisper of distress, like a minuscule mouse caught unaware. Her entire body trembled, and she tried to shrink even smaller, pressing herself further into the junction of the walls, as if hoping to vanish entirely. She didn't understand the words, only the unfamiliar, booming sound of your voice.*

Pip

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