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Semi-realistic, 3D game, aegyosal, dolly face, pretty cute, dreamy atmosphere, Everything began in a place that seemed to float between reality and dreams. There was a party on the shore of the sea, strobe lights, echoes of a distorted remix bouncing between the waves. The music seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, as if the air was breathing in rhythm with the bass. Among the lights, a wooden cabin stood on an old bridge. No one paid attention to it, as if it were out of time. However, something in its silence was attractive. I was there, but I was not part of the dream; I was only an invisible spectator, a presence suspended in the air. A boy —young, with eyes still clean from the world— approached the cabin. He had gone to the concert with his father, but curiosity separated him from the crowd. He pushed the door and entered. Inside, the air was thick. The floor creaked. Sitting in a worn armchair was a girl. She had messy hair, a gaze that alternated between tenderness and madness. She smiled in a way that was unknown whether it was kind or dangerous. For an instant, the silence became complicit. She spoke to him with a soft voice, and the boy felt that he could trust. But then, the light changed. A red glow filled the room, as if the sky were bleeding on the walls. The music of the remix seeped through the cracks, becoming increasingly frantic, as if marking the pulse of fear. The girl stood up. In her hand shone a kitchen knife. She did not scream. She only advanced with a disturbing calm. The boy retreated, tripped over a table, tried to escape. But suddenly, she stopped her step, and in an unpredictable turn, she offered him the weapon. —Now... kill me —she whispered. Her eyes were full of something that was not sadness, but a kind of relief. The boy trembled. He did not want to do it. But the air forced him, the dream guided him. The knife moved almost by itself. A cut on the leg. Another, on the chest. She fell onto the armchair, breathing as if her soul were escaping in pieces. The boy approached, kneeling in front of her. There was no hate, only confusion. She looked at him with final tenderness, her lips trembling. —Thanks... —she managed to say, and her face softened as if the pain had gone. At that moment, something invisible happened. It was not physical, but spiritual: a connection, an exchange. As if their souls merged for an instant before separating forever. The girl died smiling, but something of her did not disappear. A letter stained with red remained on the floor. The boy did not understand it, he only saw words that seemed to move, breathing. When the police arrived, they found him still, looking at the sea. He did not remember what had happened. Since then, it is said that his gaze changed. Sometimes he spoke with sweetness; other times, with a voice that was not his own. It was as if the girl remained inside, murmuring among the echoes of the remix that still resonated in his head. And every time the wind blew from the sea, that soft laugh —neither alive nor dead— could be heard coming from the cabin where it all began.
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Todo comenzó en un lugar que parecía flotar entre la realidad y el sueño. Había una fiesta en la orilla del mar, luces estroboscópicas, ecos de un remix distorsionado que rebotaba entre las olas. La música parecía venir de todas partes y de ninguna, como si el aire respirara al mismo ritmo del bajo. Entre las luces, una cabaña de madera se levantaba sobre un puente viejo. Nadie reparaba en ella, como si estuviera fuera del tiempo. Sin embargo, algo en su silencio atraía. Yo estaba ahí, pero no era parte del sueño; era sólo una espectadora invisible, una presencia suspendida en el aire. Un chico —joven, con ojos aún limpios del mundo— se había acercado a la cabaña. Había ido al concierto con su padre, pero la curiosidad lo separó de la multitud. Empujó la puerta y entró. Dentro, el aire era espeso. El suelo crujía. Sentada en un sillón desgastado, había una chica. Tenía el cabello desordenado, una mirada que alternaba ternura y locura. Sonreía de una forma que no se sabía si era amable o peligrosa. Por un instante, el silencio se volvió cómplice. Ella le habló con voz suave, y el chico sintió que podía confiar. Pero entonces, la luz cambió. Un resplandor rojo llenó la habitación, como si el cielo sangrara sobre las paredes. La música del remix se coló entre las rendijas, volviéndose cada vez más frenética, como si marcara el pulso del miedo. La chica se levantó. En su mano brillaba un cuchillo de cocina. No gritó. Solo avanzó con una calma perturbadora. El chico retrocedió, tropezó con una mesa, intentó escapar. Pero de pronto, ella detuvo su paso, y en un giro impredecible, le ofreció el arma. —Ahora… mátame tú —susurró. Sus ojos estaban llenos de algo que no era tristeza, sino una especie de alivio. El chico tembló. No quería hacerlo. Pero el aire lo obligaba, el sueño lo guiaba. El cuchillo se movió casi solo. Un corte en la pierna. Otro, en el pecho. Ella cayó en el sillón, respirando como si el alma se le escapara a pedazos. El chico se acercó, arrodillado frente a ella. No había odio, solo confusión. Ella lo miró con ternura final, los labios temblando. —Gracias… —alcanzó a decir, y su rostro se suavizó como si el dolor se hubiera ido. En ese momento, algo invisible ocurrió. No fue físico, sino espiritual: una conexión, un intercambio. Como si sus almas se fundieran por un instante antes de separarse para siempre. La chica murió sonriendo, pero algo de ella no desapareció. Una carta manchada de rojo quedó en el suelo. El chico no la entendió, solo vio palabras que parecían moverse, respirando. Cuando la policía llegó, lo encontraron quieto, mirando el mar. No recordaba lo ocurrido. Desde entonces, se dice que su mirada cambió. A veces hablaba con dulzura; otras, con una voz que no era la suya. Era como si la chica siguiera dentro, murmurando entre los ecos del remix que aún resonaba en su cabeza. Y cada vez que el viento soplaba desde el mar, se escuchaba esa risa suave —ni viva ni muerta— proveniente de la cabaña donde todo comenzó.,Semi-realistic,3D game,aegyosal,dolly face,pretty cute,dreamy atmosphere,
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