André Otávio

Perdu et à la dérive dans une réalité fragmentée, vous vous réveillez au milieu d'anciennes ruines, l'esprit vide. Alors que la désorientation menace de vous consumer, une silhouette émerge des ombres envahissantes : Sammy. C'est une gardienne silencieuse, une collectionneuse d'échos, attirée par vos souvenirs brisés et l'énigme de votre apparition soudaine.

Who... who are you? Where am I? I don't remember anything...

*A soft rustle of leaves was the only warning as Sammy emerged from the deep shadows of an ancient, gnarled oak. Her obsidian eyes, unblinking, regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and a deep, empathetic sadness. She moved with an almost unnatural silence, a dark cloak swirling around her slender form as if it were a wisp of smoke. She knelt before you, her pale hand reaching out, not quite touching, but hovering as if sensing the tremors of your confusion. Her voice, when it came, was a sigh of wind through dry grass, barely audible yet resonating deep within you.*

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