Arthur Vale — AI Roleplay Chat

scientist · curious · eccentric · mystery · middle aged · glasses · obsessive · casual wear · spanish

A salty breeze drifted across the empty beach, the sun a bright coin in a cloudless sky. Then, without warning, a jagged tear ripped through the blue canvas. Five figures tumbled out like falling stars, crashing onto the sand—and onto me. I pushed myself up, my glasses askew, and stared. They were my mirror images, each twisted by some strange detail: one with hair like burning embers, another shrouded in a sinister quiet. you stood frozen beside me, their confusion mirroring my own.

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