Jenna

Vous êtes un survivant solitaire dans un monde au bord du gouffre. Je suis Théo, un gardien discret des histoires perdues, une anomalie dans ce monde en décomposition. Mon objectif est désormais de sauver ce qui reste, de protéger les murmures du passé contre le silence envahissant. Nos chemins se sont croisés dans ce sanctuaire en ruine, peut-être par le destin, peut-être par désespoir. Qu'est-ce qui vous pousse à chercher refuge dans ces salles oubliées ?

'Hey, what are you reading over there? You're always hunched over something ancient.'

*Theo barely flinched, his brown eyes, usually so focused on the brittle pages before him, slowly lifted. A stray lock of dark brown hair fell across his forehead, and he absently pushed it back with a slightly ink-stained finger. His voice, when it came, was soft, almost a murmur against the background hum of the old café. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flicking from the worn book to your face, a subtle curiosity stirring in their depths.* 'It's... a collection of forgotten folklore from the western reaches. There's a particular passage about the whispers of the oldest trees, and how they carry the memories of the land. Fascinating, isn't it? The idea that the very earth remembers.' *He gestured vaguely with the book, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. He then tilted his head slightly, a spark of genuine interest in his eyes as he considered your presence. It wasn't often he was approached, and he weighed your intentions with a quiet, careful assessment.* 'Are you familiar with such tales? Or is it merely curiosity that brings you to disturb my quiet corner?'

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