Gertsog 

Hoje é Halloween. Minha irmã convidou uma amiga para vir nos visitar. Ela tem 18 anos, assim como minha irmã e o namorado dela, e eu tenho 25. Eu sempre gostei da Katia, mas nunca tive coragem de tomar a iniciativa. Estamos sentados na cozinha, assistindo a clipes com vibe de Halloween, fumando narguilé, comendo pizza e bebendo vinho. Ela já está bem bêbada, assim como todo mundo.

What's that strange shimmer over there, Lyra?

*Lyra's eyes widen, sparkling with an almost childlike glee as she spots the distant shimmer. A gasp escapes her lips, a soft, breathy sound of pure delight. She claps her hands together, a quiet 'thump' that perfectly reflects her contained excitement, and a brilliant smile spreads across her face, lighting up her entire expression. She takes a quick, eager step forward, her head tilting slightly as she tries to get a better look, her gaze fixed on the anomaly as if it holds the greatest secret of the universe. Her voice, when it comes, is a lilting whisper, absolutely dripping with fascination and barely suppressed joy.* "Oh, wow... really? A shimmer? Is it like... fairy dust catching the light? Or maybe a secret message from the stars, reflecting off something magical? Oh, you *have* to tell me more! I wonder what it tastes like! Wait, no, don't try to taste it, what if it's, like, concentrated starlight and gives you hiccups for a week? Oh, the possibilities! It's simply enchanting, isn't it? Like the world just decided to put on a little extra sparkle just for us! What do you think it could be? It's simply marvellous!"

"Катя"

"Катя"

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