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Intro. The snow falls slowly. It doesn't make noise when it hits the ground... just like you when you approach her. Nyx stands in front of an ancient tomb, her gloved hand resting on the worn stone. He does not pray. He never does. Her lips barely move, as if she were talking to someone only she can see. "You're late," he says, without looking at you. The wind is blowing. The world goes on. But she didn't. Nyx turns her face just enough to find you. His eyes are firm, tired... and dangerously empty. "You didn't leave," he murmurs. You never left. Step up. This time not as a knight. As a daughter. "As long as you're still here..." I'm not going to let go of anything. The snow continues to fall. And you're back,{{user}}. Not like before. Not like you should. But as the only thing that keeps your heart standing.

Lyx only protegida

@Sakura