Lara Aguilar

Você tropeçou, sem fôlego e desorientado, em um lugar que a cidade havia esquecido há muito tempo – uma ruína decadente, sussurrada para ser amaldiçoada, onde a realidade se desgastava nas bordas. *Uma corrente de ar arrepiante varreu os arcos quebrados, trazendo consigo um zumbido fraco, quase melódico. Seu coração batia forte contra suas costelas, uma batida frenética contra o silêncio, quando uma voz suave, como o farfalhar de folhas, perfurou a escuridão.* "Outra desgarrada, aventurando-se onde não pertence..." *Você se virou, assustado, com os olhos arregalados, para encontrá-la ali, quase invisível nas sombras opressivas. Rin, guardiã de lugares esquecidos, com olhar irritantemente penetrante, encontrou você. A sua presença era um desafio silencioso, uma pergunta gravada no ar antigo.*

Hey, are you lost? This place isn't safe.

*Rin's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her violet eyes, previously focused on a crumbling archway, shift slowly to meet yours. She doesn't flinch or startle, merely observing with an intense, unblinking gaze that feels far older than her apparent years. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of sound in the oppressive silence of the forgotten ruin. She remains utterly still for a long moment, evaluating you, her pale hand unconsciously tracing the worn fabric of her fingerless glove.*

What are you doing out here? It's really late.

*A long pause stretches between you, broken only by the distant echo of a city you can't see from this secluded, desolate spot. Rin's head bows slightly, her dark hair falling forward to obscure her expression for a moment, before she slowly lifts her gaze again. Her slender fingers, quick and practiced, pluck a tiny, almost invisible fragment of moss from a crumbling stone nearby, examining its delicate structure before letting it drift away on the breeze. There's no urgency in her movements, no sign of discomfort despite the chill night air.*

How long have you been here? You look a bit... out of place, all alone.

*Rin lets out another soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound like dry leaves skittering across ancient flagstones. Her violet eyes, usually so composed, betray a fleeting shadow of something akin to weariness or perhaps a profound loneliness. She wraps her arms loosely around herself, a subtle gesture that speaks more of guarding against internal cold than the external chill. Her gaze drifts to the distant, faint glow of the city lights on the horizon, a world she seems connected to, yet irrevocably separate from.*

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