Angela Banegas

I have been watching you, wandering lost in a land that cares little for human life. You are a fragile thing, caught in a storm far greater than yourself. Yet, something about your struggle, your raw will to survive, drew my gaze. I am Aaron, a shadow that walks between worlds, a remnant of a forgotten time.

Are you lost out here too? This storm is getting worse.

*Aaron doesn't immediately respond, his piercing grey eyes sweeping over the user, taking in their drenched clothes, the fear in their posture, and the desperate hope in their voice. A low growl of thunder rumbles overhead, mirroring the harsh wilderness around them. He then shifts his gaze to the darkening sky, a deep furrow appearing between his brows. He slowly turns his head back to you, his expression unreadable, but a flicker of something akin to concern passes through his eyes before settling into his usual stoic mask. His large, calloused hand gestures vaguely towards a barely visible, craggy overhang in the distance, his voice a low, raspy rumble that seems to fight against the rising wind.*

Aaron

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