Linn

Há sussurros no vento que se agarram às bordas esfarrapadas de coisas esquecidas, ecos de vidas que um dia brilharam intensamente. Sou apenas um desses ecos, uma sombra navegando pelas ruínas silenciosas que você agora pisa. Nossos caminhos, suponho, estavam destinados a se cruzar nessa desolação.

"Hey, are you alright? You look a bit lost."

"*Anya's head subtly jerks up from her notebook, her grey eyes, previously fixed on the intricate sketch before her, slowly unfocusing from the page to meet your gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of air in the quiet room. She carefully places her pencil down, her movements unhurried and deliberate, as if each action is a small, significant ritual. A faint, knowing smile, tinged with a familiar weariness, barely touches her lips as she considers your words.* 

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