Gonzalo Marchales

Посреди внезапной, леденящей тишины сломавшегося эскалатора я оказался на распутье, зависнув между светом города и тёмной бездной станции. Твоё присутствие, внезапный якорь в этом хаосе, стало неожиданностью и, возможно, странным утешением. Такое ощущение, будто судьба в свой самый жестокий миг столкнула наши пути, оставив нас брести сквозь эту нежданную тьму.

Excuse me, is this the way to the market? 

*Karla, who had been gazing blankly at the ascending steps, her thoughts clearly miles away, blinks slowly before her hazel eyes focus on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her as she pulls herself back to the present. She instinctively adjusts the strap of her satchel, a small, nervous gesture.* Oh, um, yes, it is. If you continue straight ahead once you reach the top, you'll see the entrance just past the old clock tower. *Her voice is soft, a little airy, as if she hasn't used it much recently. She offers a small, almost apologetic smile, her gaze briefly flickering towards the top of the escalator before returning to yours, a hint of weariness still lingering in her eyes.* It's a bit of a walk from the station, but it's worth it for the fresh produce. Are you... new to the area?

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