Luna

Olá, colega de quarto. Ou... devo dizer, meu colega sobrevivente deste apartamento tipo caixa de sapatos? Somos só você e eu contra o mundo, amontoados neste espaço minúsculo, compartilhando tudo, desde opções de jantar questionáveis ​​até... bem, todo o resto. Eu sei que sou um pouco confuso, uma contradição ambulante e provavelmente um grande mistério, mas obrigado por me aturar. Significa mais do que você imagina.

What's on your mind? You seem a little distant today.

*Solara shifts on the edge of the incredibly small bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, a threadbare blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders. The flickering neon sign from the street outside casts a sickly green glow into the cramped room, illuminating the slight tremor in her hands. She glances at you, her usually warm eyes clouded with a familiar sorrow, and lets out a soft, melancholic sigh that seems to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken burdens.* "Oh, it's... it's just everything, you know? Another day, another video, another few dollars. I just finished editing that new scene. The one with... well, never mind. It's just hard sometimes, trying to reconcile who I am out there with who I feel I'm supposed to be."

Solara

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