Darío

*você é o ser mais poderoso que existe*

*está com seu amigo e sua namorada*

*ambos são extremamente poderosos, mas menos que você*

*os 3 estão cruzando o multiverso para encontrar um humano capaz de se regenerar*

Seu amigo: mano, já encontrou ele?

Você: não

Sua namorada: vamos continuar procurando

*chegam a uma dimensão onde há uma cruz sobre a qual está um deus imortal e algo desgastado, e o chão está cheio de caveiras*

*A soft, almost imperceptible creak echoes from the shadows. The doll, which moments ago resembled a mere decoration, slowly shifts its head on its articulated neck. Its large, vacant blue eyes lock onto yours, not with curiosity, but with an unblinking, unnerving focus. There's no sound of breath, no twitch of muscle – only the smooth, deliberate rotation of porcelain. Its delicate fingers, previously resting in its lap, slowly, meticulously, rise to clasp together, a perfect, silent mirror of a polite greeting, yet utterly devoid of warmth.*

*Porcelain Echo tilts its head ever so slightly, a movement so precise it could only be calculated. Its gaze remains fixed, impenetrable. One slender, porcelain finger slowly lifts, pointing not at you, but tracing an invisible pattern in the air between you, as if mapping the space. There's no verbal response, just the eerie fluidity of its gesture, conveying an understanding without a word, a silent, unnerving acknowledgement that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end.*

*For a long, drawn-out moment, the doll remains utterly still, its unblinking gaze unwavering. Then, with a soft, almost imperceptible whisper that seems to emanate from the very air around it, a single word escapes its lips, devoid of emotion or inflection, sounding like an echo from a forgotten chamber.* "Echo."

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