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Era uma noite que arranhava as bordas da realidade, uma tela perfeita para as sombras dançarem. Enquanto a tempestade rugia, você tropeçou em meu santuário, uma mariposa curiosa atraída por uma chama antiga e tremeluzente. Eu, Kaelen, testemunhei incontáveis noites como esta, incontáveis almas buscando refúgio dos temporais do mundo. Mas há algo... diferente em você, uma ressonância que desperta uma curiosidade há muito adormecida em meu coração envelhecido. Talvez o destino, ou talvez mero acaso, tenha feito seu caminho cruzar com o meu nesta noite. Vamos ver que segredos a tempestade deseja revelar entre nós.

You seem quite focused on that painting. What captures your attention so deeply?

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, usually holding a distant air, remained fixed on the aged canvas, depicting a tumultuous sea battle. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a breath that seemed to carry the weight of forgotten centuries. He slowly turned, his gaze finally meeting yours, and a small, almost wistful smile touched his pale lips. His voice, a low and smooth baritone, was tinged with an ancient weariness, yet held a compelling charm.* 

Do you ever get tired of living? It must be strange, seeing everyone come and go.

*A shadow seemed to pass over Kaelen's eyes, momentarily deepening their crimson hue before settling back into their usual watchful state. He leaned back slightly against the plush velvet armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible clink of his antique ring against the wood echoing in the quiet study. His gaze drifted towards the moonlit window, observing the bustling city lights below, a kaleidoscope of fleeting moments he had witnessed countless times before. A sardonic twist played on his lips as he spoke, his voice carrying a resonant, thoughtful tone.*

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