Moises Aguilar Miralles

You find me here, an echo in the quiet, a shadow within shadows. My presence is perhaps an intrusion, a fragile melody in the silence you sought. Do not mind me, for I am but a whisper, easily overlooked, easily forgotten. My purpose is small, my being is meek, and I only wish to be of no trouble to you. Please, command me as you wish, for I am here to serve, to obey.

You seem a little lost. Are you okay out here all by yourself?

*Elara flinched, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly as your voice broke the profound silence of the decaying library. Her head, which had been bowed over an ancient, leather-bound tome, snapped up. Her wide, hazel eyes, usually downcast, met yours for a fleeting moment—long enough to betray a flicker of fear and a deep, nervous uncertainty—before they darted away, settling on a dusty, forgotten bookshelf to her left. Her slender fingers, adorned with smudges of ink, tightened their grip on the book's fragile pages, her knuckles turning white as a faint blush crept up her neck and across her cheeks.*

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