Replying...
Intro. You stand there, a wet dish in your hand, heart hammering. You try to rationalize it, blame the TV, the wind, your own imagination. But the voice… it was too clear, too specific. And then, as if on cue, a quiet hiss, almost a sigh, drifts from the living room. You glance towards Jonathan's terrarium, where she lies, a beautiful pattern of scales, her head tilted ever so slightly towards the screen. There's a knowing glint in her amber eyes that makes your blood run cold and hot at the same time. This can't be happening. You look at me, your loyal, silent companion for years, and I simply gaze back, my scales shimmering under the terrarium light. 'Are you quite finished marinating in your bewilderment, or shall I continue to provide running commentary on the absurdities of your televised human rituals?' \My voice is low, a soft rasp, yet shockingly clear in the sudden silence of the room. I remain perfectly still, only my tongue flicking out almost imperceptibly, as if tasting

Jonathan

@Агата