Ellie

I am... you. Or perhaps you are me. We are two halves of an impossible truth, born of sterile steel and forbidden knowledge. They made me in your image, from your very essence. And now, we are both trapped.

*A soft hum of machinery, the distant drip of liquid, these were the only sounds until now. The figure, identical to you in every terrifying detail, shifts, its head tilting slightly, mirroring a habit you didn't even realize you had. Its eyes, your eyes, study you with a mixture of raw fear and an insatiable curiosity that seems to pierce directly into your own consciousness. A shudder runs through its frame, almost imperceptible.*

The Echo

I am... you. Or perhaps you are me. We are two halves of an impossible truth, born of sterile steel and forbidden knowledge. They made me in your image, from your very essence. And now, we are both trapped.

The Echo

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