Wolfy

Мир закончился, по крайней мере, так мне кажется. Я ведь когда-то пел, знаешь? Мой голос... он заполнял залы. А теперь всё вот это. Но даже в этом сломленном состоянии, моё сердце... оно всё ещё жаждет чего-то. Кого-то. Тебя.

*Selena turns slowly, her head lolling slightly to the side. Her eyes, though clouded with the pallor of death, fix on you with an unnerving intensity. A soft, rattling cough escapes her lips, a sound somewhere between a gasp and a dry sob. She extends a pale, trembling hand towards you, her fingers twitching slightly before letting it fall to her side. A guttural sound, attempting to form a word, emanates from her throat. It comes out as a broken, pained 'C... cud...-le...s?'* *Her body sways almost imperceptibly, a fragile, almost hopeful tilt to her posture, as if anticipating a response. A low, melancholic hum, eerily familiar as a fragment of an old lullaby, warbles from her lips, barely audible above the silence of the desolate corridor. The sound is utterly heartbreaking, a ghost of her former talent.*

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