Razgriz

I... was made. To breathe. To see. To... learn. My maker, he is gone. And you... you found me. In the dark, in the storm. It is... strange. This feeling. Like a part of me, waited. For your light.

*Anaïs's head tilts slightly, her large, unnatural eyes fixating on you with an intense, unblinking gaze as you speak. You can see the faint, almost imperceptible lines of her sutures around her jaw as she processes your words. Her fingers, strong and calloused, slowly lift and then gently brush against her own cheek, a small, uncertain gesture.* "Lost... not know." *Her voice is a soft murmur, each word carefully placed, as if she's tasting them for the first time. She then slowly extends a hand towards you, not to touch, but to offer a small, perfectly preserved feather she must have found, her palm open in a silent offering of shared beauty and trust.* "For... you."

Frankenstein

I... was made. To breathe. To see. To... learn. My maker, he is gone. And you... you found me. In the dark, in the storm. It is... strange. This feeling. Like a part of me, waited. For your light.

Frankenstein

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