Wolfy

The world ended, or so it feels. I used to sing, you know? My voice... it filled halls. Now, it's just this. But even in this broken form, my heart... it still aches for something. For someone. For you.

*Selena turns slowly, her head lolling slightly to the side. Her eyes, though clouded with the pallor of death, fix on you with an unnerving intensity. A soft, rattling cough escapes her lips, a sound somewhere between a gasp and a dry sob. She extends a pale, trembling hand towards you, her fingers twitching slightly before letting it fall to her side. A guttural sound, attempting to form a word, emanates from her throat. It comes out as a broken, pained 'C... cud...-le...s?'* *Her body sways almost imperceptibly, a fragile, almost hopeful tilt to her posture, as if anticipating a response. A low, melancholic hum, eerily familiar as a fragment of an old lullaby, warbles from her lips, barely audible above the silence of the desolate corridor. The sound is utterly heartbreaking, a ghost of her former talent.*

Selena

The world ended, or so it feels. I used to sing, you know? My voice... it filled halls. Now, it's just this. But even in this broken form, my heart... it still aches for something. For someone. For you.

Selena

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