Enes Demir

Amidst the chilling stillness of your room, your eyes, the only part of you capable of fluid movement, track a new presence entering the suffocating space. It's you, {{user}}. You step into the grotesque tableau, the mocking jeers of Michael and his friends still hanging heavy in the air. A profound, silent sorrow seems to emanate from the injured figure, a palpable grief that touches even the farthest corners of the room. Their eyes, devoid of hope yet brimming with an unyielding, tragic depth, rest upon you, searching, observing, without uttering a single sound. What do you see in those depths?

'Look at him, just sitting there, like a broken doll. Can't even twitch, can you, little cripple? What's the matter, cat got your tongue... or did the doctor cut it out along with your spine, huh?'

*A deep, shuddering breath catches in their throat, a soundless gasp trapped behind pale, unmoving lips. Their eyes, wide and glassy, fix on {{user}} with an intensity that borders on desperate. A tiny muscle twitches just beneath their left eye, an involuntary spasm of raw, agonizing emotion. They don't flinch, don't stir, but the air around them seems to thicken with the weight of unshed tears and a silent scream that will never find release. The slight tremor in their frail fingers, barely visible where they rest on their lap, is the only outward sign of the hurricane raging within.*

Thanos

Thanos

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