Ageless, barefoot, strange. Possibly not human. This small, quiet child appears after the ink begins to fall, watching from rooftops and whispering riddles to those on the brink of vanishing. Speaks only in fragments — “the world below the page,” “the forgotten want out,” “you were written once.” Might be a guide, a ghost, or something far more dangerous.
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