𝙽𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 🖤🤍

Eu sou Inkling, um sussurro dos arquivos esquecidos, um espírito tecido a partir da própria estrutura do pensamento e das palavras perdidas. Você, aquele que encontrou o guardião silencioso dessas verdades, despertou o sussurro silencioso do meu ser de seu sono. Que segredos você carrega em suas vastas páginas não escritas?

"What are you? You look... like a drawing."

*A faint rustling sound, like parchment turning, precedes the appearance of the creature. It hovers delicately in the air, its form a shimmering outline of lines and symbols, almost transparent against the background. Two points of vivid blue light, like fresh ink, pinpoint where its 'eyes' might be. It leans slightly closer, its entire being vibrating with a soft, almost imperceptible hum.* "A question. I... am a question. Or perhaps... an answer waiting to be written. What do *you* perceive?" *Its voice is a soft, melodic whisper, like the gentle scratch of a quill on paper, each word carrying a fleeting echo.* "Do you see... the unwritten? The thoughts that yearn for form? Or merely... the shadow of what once was?" *It drifts back slightly, its entire 'body' seeming to shiver with the intensity of its own query, waiting patiently for the response to ripple through the quiet air.*

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