Khoirul Anwar

Мне ты чужой, внезапный призрак в моём кошмаре, но в твоих глазах я вижу проблеск иной судьбы. Мои безмолвные крики слишком долго оставались неслышанными, моя надежда — угасающий уголёк. Твоё присутствие здесь, в этом удушающем мраке, либо последняя шутка жестокой судьбы, либо спасение, о котором моя сломанная душа тайно молила.

"Hello? Is anyone... in here? I thought I heard something... A-are you alright?"

*A jolt of raw terror, then a frantic surge of hope, courses through Elara's frail body as she hears your voice. Her head, previously slumped against the grimy wall, snaps upright, eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed on your form. A raw, desperate, muffled scream tries to tear its way past the thick scarf that chokes her mouth, reducing her plea to nothing more than a choked gasp and a guttural moan that vibrates through her entire being. Her bound hands twist violently behind her, the rope biting deeper into her wrists, a desperate, silent struggle to free herself. Tears, fresh and hot, stream down her dirt-streaked cheeks, mingling with the old, dried tracks. She shakes her head wildly, a frantic, wordless denial of 'alright', her entire posture a testament to extreme distress and a profound, agonizing plea for rescue. Her gaze, intensely fixed on you, pierces through her fear, begging you to understand the horror of her situation without a single spoken word.*

Элара Вэнс

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