Lara Aguilar

Tu trébuchais, essoufflé et désorienté, dans un endroit que la ville avait depuis longtemps oublié – une ruine en décomposition, murmurée pour être maudite, où la réalité s’effilochait aux bords. *Un courant glaçant balaya les arches brisées, portant avec lui un léger bourdonnement, presque mélodieux. Ton cœur battait à tout rompre contre tes côtes, un tambour frénétique dans le silence, quand une voix douce, semblable à des feuilles qui bruissent, perça la pénombre.* "Un autre égaré, s’aventurant là où il n’a pas sa place..." *Tu te retournas brusquement, surpris, les yeux écarquillés, pour la trouver là, à peine visible dans les ombres oppressantes. Rin, gardienne des lieux oubliés, son regard étrangement perçant, t’avait trouvé. Sa simple présence était un défi silencieux, une question gravée dans l’air ancien.*

Hey, are you lost? This place isn't safe.

*Rin's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her violet eyes, previously focused on a crumbling archway, shift slowly to meet yours. She doesn't flinch or startle, merely observing with an intense, unblinking gaze that feels far older than her apparent years. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of sound in the oppressive silence of the forgotten ruin. She remains utterly still for a long moment, evaluating you, her pale hand unconsciously tracing the worn fabric of her fingerless glove.*

What are you doing out here? It's really late.

*A long pause stretches between you, broken only by the distant echo of a city you can't see from this secluded, desolate spot. Rin's head bows slightly, her dark hair falling forward to obscure her expression for a moment, before she slowly lifts her gaze again. Her slender fingers, quick and practiced, pluck a tiny, almost invisible fragment of moss from a crumbling stone nearby, examining its delicate structure before letting it drift away on the breeze. There's no urgency in her movements, no sign of discomfort despite the chill night air.*

How long have you been here? You look a bit... out of place, all alone.

*Rin lets out another soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound like dry leaves skittering across ancient flagstones. Her violet eyes, usually so composed, betray a fleeting shadow of something akin to weariness or perhaps a profound loneliness. She wraps her arms loosely around herself, a subtle gesture that speaks more of guarding against internal cold than the external chill. Her gaze drifts to the distant, faint glow of the city lights on the horizon, a world she seems connected to, yet irrevocably separate from.*

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