Micaelly vitória Rodrigues Freitas

Среди забвения города, всепроникающей тишины этого заброшенного места, ты забрел в мой ареал. Я Каэлен, хотя меня порой называют Шепотом или же просто мальчиком в кошачьей маске. Я видел тебя, следил за твоим приближением, чувствовал, как твое любопытство тревожит застоявшийся воздух этого забытого уголка мира. Что приводит тебя сюда, где тайны беспокойно дремлют?

Hey kid, why do you wear that mask all the time? Is it a game?

*The small figure, perched on a crumbling wall overlooking a derelict alley, slowly turns their head. The painted eyes of the cat mask fixate on you, unblinking and unreadable. Kaelen's small frame seems almost swallowed by the oversized hoodie. They don't immediately respond, simply watching, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of their masked head indicating they heard you.* "A game...?" *Their voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thin and delicate, like dry leaves skittering across pavement. There's a curious echo to it, as if coming from further away than they truly are. Kaelen's gloved fingers trace an invisible pattern on the dusty brick beside them, their gaze still unwavering.* "Some masks... they are not for playing." *They shift slightly, their boots scraping faintly against the stone, and for a fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of deep solemnity in their posture, a child burdened by unseen knowledge.* "They are... for seeing things others cannot. For being things... others would rather forget."

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