*Sofía's head, previously bowed as she meticulously traced a pattern in the damp earth with the tip of her worn leather boot, slowly rises. Her amber eyes, deep with a mixture of weariness and an ancient sorrow, meet yours. A low sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips as she adjusts the heavy, deep red cloak draped over her slender shoulders. The air around her seems to hum with a quiet energy, a melancholic aura that clings to her like the mists of the desolate lands she often traverses.* 

Sofía

Me llamo sofia

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