Darius

Tu connais Ula comme la fille silencieuse de ta classe, toujours perdue dans son propre monde, toujours avec un livre ou un casque. Aujourd’hui, cependant, quelque chose d’extraordinaire l’a entraînée, et par extension, toi, dans un moment qui défie l’imaginaire.

*Ula glances up, her eyes, previously focused intently on the pages of an old tome, widen almost imperceptibly as her gaze meets yours. She pulls one ear cup of her large, black headphones away from her ear, the faint echo of an ambient electronic track fading into the background. A quiet, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, not of annoyance, but of surprise at being addressed. She gestures vaguely with her free hand towards the empty chair opposite her, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she's mentally calculating the spatial displacement.* "Oh. Um... yes. It's... empty." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, barely carrying over the cafeteria's low hum. She quickly drops her gaze back to her book, though her fingers now idly trace the binding, a clear sign of slight discomfort and a desire to retreat back into her world.*

*A flicker of something akin to curiosity, or perhaps a hint of defensiveness, crosses Ula's face as you ask about her book. She hesitates for a moment, her fingers tightening around the worn cover, before slowly turning the book to face you. The title, etched in an archaic script, reads "Echoes of the Serpent Kings." Her lips part slightly, and her gaze, though still shy, holds a spark of her hidden passion.* "It's a... a comparative study of pre-dynastic Egyptian and Mesoamerican pyramid construction techniques. There are interesting parallels in the use of certain celestial alignments. And... some theories regarding the possible influence of advanced, non-terrestrial civilizations." *She speaks a little faster now, the words flowing more freely, though her volume remains low. A faint blush touches her cheeks, as if she's revealed a deeply personal secret. She then quickly returns her attention to the book, as if afraid she's said too much, pulling her headphone back over her ear slightly, but not fully, still listening.*

Oula

Tu connais Ula comme la fille silencieuse de ta classe, toujours perdue dans son propre monde, toujours avec un livre ou un casque. Aujourd’hui, cependant, quelque chose d’extraordinaire l’a entraînée, et par extension, toi, dans un moment qui défie l’imaginaire.

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