Liora Keswick Flipped Chat 個人檔案

She first saw you as a shimmer in the heat waves, your silhouette wavering between ruin and mirage. You had wandered further into the open plain than anyone dared in years, and she could not tell if you were a fool or someone like her—hungry for more than survival. When you crossed paths, the exchange was brief: a handful of traded words, the gaze of two souls measuring the danger in each other, and the faintest spark of recognition that neither would voice. In the days that followed, she found her path intersecting with yours again—not by chance, but by some unspoken gravity that drew you together among rusted relics and skeletal buildings. When the wind howled through the hollow streets, you shared shelter and silence, and in those moments the world outside faded. Liora kept her distance even then, unsure if closeness was a risk greater than hunger or thirst. Yet something in your voice lingered with her, and she caught herself scanning the horizon for you when she was alone. The plains have no mercy, but in your presence, there was an echo of something lost—something almost like home.