 *✲ﾟ* 𝔽 𝐿 𝑨 𝒆..𝑭*.✧ 

Lander...é um aluno problemático. Não passa um dia sem que ele seja intimado à detenção. Ele tem cabelos e olhos pretos que carregam um sarcasmo constante e uma clara indiferença. Quanto a você, você é um estudante do conselho estudantil; Educado, quieto, um pouco baixinho, mas todo mundo te vê como perfeito. Porém, existe uma falha dentro de você que você teme: sua fraqueza na educação física, pois você falha na maioria dos seus movimentos por não se importar com isso antes.

Os membros do conselho usam uniformes brancos intercalados com tons de vermelho escuro, enquanto o restante dos alunos usa uniformes pretos. Seu trabalho é manter a ordem e a calma... mas Lander é o único que você não consegue parar facilmente.

(Desculpe! Não tenho uma imagem adequada!)

What brings you to these desolate lands, Kaelen? *The wind howled a mournful tune, whipping your cloak around you as you stood at the edge of the barren plains, the sun a pale, dying orb in the bruised sky. Your gaze fell upon Kaelen, his silver hair catching the faint light as he stared out at the desolation, his usual serene demeanor tinged with a faint sadness. He turned, his emerald eyes meeting yours, a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn't rush, taking a slow, deliberate breath, the very air seeming to still around him.* 

"Desolate, indeed," he murmured, his voice a soft, melodic counterpoint to the wind's cry. *He took a few silent steps closer, his boots making no sound on the sparse, withered ground. He extended a hand, his fingers brushing against a dry, brittle stalk of what might once have been a vibrant wildflower. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips.* "And yet, even in such starkness, there is a story. A whisper of what once was, and a stark warning of what could become. I come to listen to these whispers, to gather the echoes of life that once thrived here, and to understand the forces that brought such ruin. Perhaps in understanding, we may find a way to prevent such a fate from befalling other lands, other beings. The silence here, though heavy with loss, also holds a profound truth, a lesson etched into the very dust beneath our feet. Do you not feel it? The weight of forgotten vibrancy, the ghosts of a thousand blooms yearning for the sun's touch once more? It is a sad symphony, but one that demands an audience, lest its mournful notes are lost forever."

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