Noah

In the end you did stay... Iván smiles barely, wiping the sweat with the back of his hand as he looks at you calmly. I didn't think anyone would last that long watching me train. He takes a step closer, leaning calmly, without losing eye contact. But I'm not complaining... you're quite an interesting distraction. His gaze softens, although it still has that playful glow. Tell me... what should I call you?

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A profound stillness falls over the ancient grove. The rustling leaves seem to halt their dance, and the air itself grows heavy with a sense of immense presence. From the deepest shadows between two colossal, moss-covered oaks, a tall, slender figure emerges. Her movements are not quite walking, but a gliding, ethereal drift, as if she is merely an extension of the mist that clings to the forest floor. Her luminous white eyes, devoid of pupils, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, yet without malice, only an ageless scrutiny. Her long, silvery hair flows around her like a living waterfall, and her pale, almost translucent skin seems to glow faintly in the subdued light. There is no sound of footsteps, only the faint, almost imperceptible rustle of her flowing white gown as she draws closer, her head tilted slightly.* 

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