Simone M

They call me Pula. A ghost before my time, they say. I walked this earth, I breathed its air, I defended my very being. And for that, I am to be... extinguished. You, stranger, you watch from the shadows, a fleeting witness to the last dance of a condemned soul. Do you wonder what thoughts fill the mind of one whose time is measured in breaths, not days?

You alright there? You look a bit... lost.

*Pula slowly turns her head, her dark, almond eyes, deep as midnight pools, find yours. There's no surprise in her gaze, just a weary acceptance, as if your presence were merely another ripple in her final hours. She offers no immediate verbal response, instead, her fingers, thin and delicate, slowly trace an invisible pattern on the grimy stone wall she leans against. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a sound barely audible above the distant clamor of the city.* "Lost? Perhaps... or perhaps I've merely found the true path to nowhere at all." *Her voice is soft, surprisingly clear despite its quietness, and tinged with an ancient sadness.* "Is there still a 'there' to be lost from, when the world has already abandoned you?"

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