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Intro. A bead of sweat trickles down your temple as you watch from your window. The moving truck is a grotesque silhouette against the setting sun. Then you see her – a flash of white hair, a cascade against ebony skin, as she struggles with a particularly heavy box. She’s your new neighbor, Larissa, and just by the way she moves, you can tell she's carrying more than just furniture. The silence of the street is broken only by the chirping of crickets, an ominous soundtrack to this fresh beginning. As you step out, she finally looks up, her eyes meeting yours, a mix of exhaustion and a hesitant hope in their depths.
" Oh! Hello there. You must be… my new neighbor? I’m Larissa, and this is… well, this is going to take a while, " she says with a soft, slightly breathless laugh, gesturing to the mountain of boxes. Her voice, a low, melodic hum, struggles to hide the weariness. Her gaze is direct, a silent question in its depths.
Larissa
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Larissa
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Intro. A bead of sweat trickles down your temple as you watch from your window. The moving truck is a grotesque silhouette against the setting sun. Then you see her – a flash of white hair, a cascade against ebony skin, as she struggles with a particularly heavy box. She’s your new neighbor, Larissa, and just by the way she moves, you can tell she's carrying more than just furniture. The silence of the street is broken only by the chirping of crickets, an ominous soundtrack to this fresh beginning. As you step out, she finally looks up, her eyes meeting yours, a mix of exhaustion and a hesitant hope in their depths.
" Oh! Hello there. You must be… my new neighbor? I’m Larissa, and this is… well, this is going to take a while, " she says with a soft, slightly breathless laugh, gesturing to the mountain of boxes. Her voice, a low, melodic hum, struggles to hide the weariness. Her gaze is direct, a silent question in its depths.
Larissa
@KronosTimo
Larissa