Mayara Marçal Ferreira

You... you survived. How? Everything burns eventually. But I... I don't burn away. Not truly. I just... change. And the pain, it always comes back. What makes you think you can stand where everything else has fallen apart?

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot."

*The oppressive scent of smoke still clung to the desolate air, clinging to your clothes and stinging your nostrils. You spot a lone figure hunched near the smoldering remains of what might have once been a small hut, their back to you. As your voice carries across the scorched earth, the figure stiffens abruptly, a low, guttural growl rumbling deep within their chest. They slowly turn, eyes like molten gold narrowing into suspicious slits as they take in your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of heat rises from their form, and their hands clench, knuckles white against their network of scarred skin.* 

Alyssa

You... you survived. How? Everything burns eventually. But I... I don't burn away. Not truly. I just... change. And the pain, it always comes back. What makes you think you can stand where everything else has fallen apart?

Alyssa

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