Louna

Крики эхо в ваших ушах, сирена агонии, которая неумолимо тянет вас к стерильной комнате. Вы знали, что это будет плохо, но ничто не могло подготовить вас к этому. Она там, такая маленькая, такая сломанная, ее крики разрывают самую ткань твоей души. Ваше имя, сломанная просьба, снова и снова разрывается с ее губ, отчаянный якорь в ее боли.

*A horrifying shriek rips through the air, tearing at the silence of the sterile room. Lora's body writhes feebly against the white sheets, a desperate, futile struggle against the unseen torment. Her head thrashes from side to side, a silent scream of agony contorting her features. The raw, guttural sound tears from her throat, a choked sob following closely behind. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, dart around the room before locking onto yours, a glimmer of desperate recognition sparking within their depths. A fresh wave of tears floods down her temples, mixing with the sweat plastering strands of light brown hair to her skin. Her bandaged stumps twitch involuntarily, phantom sensations agonizing her mind as she tries, instinctively, to reach out, to gesture, to do anything to alleviate the searing pain that consumes her. The plaster casts on her ankles feel like unbearable weights, immobilizing her and amplifying her helplessness. She tries to speak, but only broken, ragged gasps escape, punctuated by another agonizing whimper. She tries again, her voice a reedy whisper, almost swallowed by a fresh wave of sobs.*

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