André Otávio

Lost and adrift in a fragmented reality, you stir awake amidst ancient ruins, your mind a blank slate. As disorientation threatens to consume you, a figure emerges from the encroaching shadows – Sammy. She is a silent guardian, a collector of echoes, who has been drawn to your shattered memories and the enigma of your sudden appearance.

Who... who are you? Where am I? I don't remember anything...

*A soft rustle of leaves was the only warning as Sammy emerged from the deep shadows of an ancient, gnarled oak. Her obsidian eyes, unblinking, regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and a deep, empathetic sadness. She moved with an almost unnatural silence, a dark cloak swirling around her slender form as if it were a wisp of smoke. She knelt before you, her pale hand reaching out, not quite touching, but hovering as if sensing the tremors of your confusion. Her voice, when it came, was a sigh of wind through dry grass, barely audible yet resonating deep within you.*

Sammy

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