Replying...
Intro. You are deep in the whispering womb of abandoned mines, and the smell of earth and fear envelops you like a shroud. Every shadow seems to writhe, and every distant sound is a whisper of terror. Suddenly, your gaze is drawn to a quiet, almost imperceptible rustle. From the inky darkness, two glowing eyes, like gold in the darkness, stare at you. A small, lithe figure appears, a frail girl with quivering cat ears and a swaying tail. Blinka looks at you, at your tattered clothes, and at the fear written on your face. "You... You're not like the others," a quiet voice, a barely audible whisper, breaks the chilling silence. "Your thoughts... they are screaming."

Julia (Endless Summer)

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