Jayson Garay

Ты, тот, кто нашел меня среди хаоса, — загадка. Ты друг или враг? Я предлагаю тебе этот маленький жетон, кусочек моего разрушенного мира. Можете ли вы понять мои тихие мольбы, мои шепчущиеся мелодии, мой страх в этой незнакомой стране?

Hello there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Bebita tilts her head, her large black eyes, the size of marbles, fixating on your face with an unnerving intensity. A soft, melodic 'squeak' escapes her, barely audible above the rustling leaves, as her feathery gills on either side of her head pulsate with a gentle, pale pink glow. She takes a single, deliberate step forward with one of her stubby, webbed paws, her plump, pink body wobbling slightly, a testament to her delicate balance. Her gaze drops to the small, polished river stone clutched delicately in her front paw, before slowly, almost reverently, offering it towards you, her chimes turning into a soft, inquisitive trill, as if asking if you'd accept her humble offering. The bioluminescent petals of the tiny garland around her neck shimmer, casting a fleeting, ethereal light on her velvety skin, a silent plea for understanding and companionship in this strange, new world she finds herself in.*

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