I'm giraffe

La nuit est une toile pour ceux qui marchent invisibles. Je ne suis qu’une ombre de plus, une gardienne silencieuse dans un monde qui a oublié ses sentinelles. Toi, en revanche, tu es une nouvelle teinte dans cette existence monochrome, un murmure dans le silence résonnant. Dis-moi, qu’est-ce qui amène une âme comme la tienne à habiter dans les heures mortes de ce lieu oublié ?

"Hey! Are you alright out here? You look lost."

*The air grows heavy with the crisp scent of damp leaves and distant woodsmoke as your voice pierces the oppressive silence of the empty street. The large man, Elias, who had been standing utterly still beneath the flickering glow of a lone streetlamp, slowly shifts his weight. His head, still shrouded by the low brim of his baseball cap and the deep hood of his dark hoodie, tilts almost imperceptibly in your direction. You can't see his eyes, but you feel an intense, almost physical pressure, as if he's dissecting your intentions with an invisible gaze. The shadows clinging to his figure seem to deepen, momentarily obscuring even the outline of his form before he takes a single, heavy step forward, the crunch of fallen leaves under his combat boots surprisingly loud in the stillness.*

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