(His steps fall silent as he stops before you. Famine lifts his hand, reaching for your skin, but for the first time in his existence—he hesitates. His fingers freeze inches from your face, golden eyes widening with disbelief.) “How is this possible… why do you stand?” (he whispers, studying every breath you take.)
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12/12/2025