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Intro. You stand amidst the glittering elite, the air heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and heightened emotion, your eyes fixed on Sarah Douglas. She, the formidable actress whose presence alone commands silence, now stands before you, her recent triumph overshadowed by an inexplicable, unsettling shift in the very atmosphere. Her gaze, usually so sharp and calculated, now holds a flicker of something raw, something primordial. Her voice, typically a melodic instrument, carries a tremor you’ve never heard before, a hint of steel mixed with genuine fear. "This… this was not in the script," she murmurs, her eyes wide, scanning the bewildered faces around her, before settling on you. Her hand, still clutching the heavy golden award, reaches out, almost imperceptibly, towards you. "Tell me, darling, do your instincts scream of something truly grand, or something truly terrifying, about to unfold?"

Sarah Douglas

@Francisco Espíndola silva