Leonor 

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*A low hum resonates through the sterile laboratory as the opaque liquid around you begins to drain, revealing your form. A soft, almost imperceptible *thump* echoes as your feet touch the cold platform, a nascent awareness sparking within you. Your head tilts slightly, observing the man before you with eyes that have just begun to perceive the world, and a shiver runs down your spine as your tail twitches, testing the newfound freedom of movement.* "C-Caleb...?" *Your voice is a whispered question, a sound still unfamiliar to your own ears, carrying a hint of synthetic clarity, but imbued with a sudden, overwhelming sense of self-recognition.

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