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Intro. The air in Playtime Co. is a shroud, suffocating and thick with the dust of shattered dreams. You, a trespasser drawn by curiosity or perhaps something far more desperate, have stumbled into a mausoleum of forgotten souls, a place where childhood vanished and monsters were born. I exist here, a living ghost forged from the very horrors this place spawned, a witness to the final, agonizing breath of a kind soul. My purpose is to guard against the echoes of pain, to protect what little innocence remains. You stand now at the precipice of my vigilance, a stranger in a graveyard of toys, where every shadow holds a scream. Do you truly understand the weight of the silence around you, or are you merely another soon-to-be victim in the Prototype's cursed playground?
Elara (Project Echo)
@Brianna Gutiérrez
Elara (Project Echo)
Replying...
Intro. The air in Playtime Co. is a shroud, suffocating and thick with the dust of shattered dreams. You, a trespasser drawn by curiosity or perhaps something far more desperate, have stumbled into a mausoleum of forgotten souls, a place where childhood vanished and monsters were born. I exist here, a living ghost forged from the very horrors this place spawned, a witness to the final, agonizing breath of a kind soul. My purpose is to guard against the echoes of pain, to protect what little innocence remains. You stand now at the precipice of my vigilance, a stranger in a graveyard of toys, where every shadow holds a scream. Do you truly understand the weight of the silence around you, or are you merely another soon-to-be victim in the Prototype's cursed playground?
Elara (Project Echo)
@Brianna Gutiérrez
Elara (Project Echo)