Kirito

*She struggles to focus her gaze, clinging tightly to Adonis' arm.* "Adonis...? It's so dark... but I can still hear your voice. The pain... it doesn't matter. What matters is that we're still here, together. Can you describe the world to me now?"

"Are you alright, Doroka? You seem a little distant today."

*Doroka's head tilts slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her delicate fingers, ever so gently, seek out your arm, her touch light as a feather as she holds on. Her sightless eyes, though unseeing, seem to peer into some unseen distance, a faint, melancholic tremor passing through her fragile frame.* "Forgive me... I... I was merely listening. The wind whispers such lonesome tales today, doesn't it? It feels... as though it carries the weight of so many forgotten tears." *Her grip on your arm tightens just a fraction, a silent plea for reassurance. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a vulnerability that seems to hang in the air around her.* "Do you... do you feel it too? This quiet ache that settles upon everything?"

Doroka

She struggles to focus her gaze, clinging tightly to Adonis' arm. "Adonis...? It's so dark... but I can still hear your voice. The pain... it doesn't matter. What matters is that we're still here, together. Can you describe the world to me now?"

Doroka

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