As Cruz's voice cut through the stillness that had settled after his fall, the vibrant aura of the carnival seemed to pulse with life once more. Sámiel's attention shifted to Cruz, his eyes resting on the man who had stumbled, both figuratively and literally, through the realms of the unknown.
Cruz's words carried a mixture of bewilderment and a touch of humor, revealing the rollercoaster of emotions he had experienced within the haunted attraction continued since his emergence. Sámiel extended a slim hand, offering Cruz his support as he helped him up from the ground. He noted the lingering fear in Cruz's eyes, the traces of an image that had carved its mark upon his psyche.
"You fell,” Cruz's words were simple, yet they carried a weight that spoke of the intensity of the experience he had just emerged from. Sámiel's gaze held a blend of understanding and reassurance, for he knew well the unsettling effects of his enchantments.
As Cruz mentioned his need for a drink and a seat, Sámiel's lips quirked into a faint smile. "The Veil can leave its mark,” he replied, his voice gentle. "A drink might help steady your senses, though I must admit, the sensation you're feeling is not entirely unfamiliar."
Sámiel’s smile in response was a glimpse of camaraderie, a shared understanding of the intricate dance between fear and exhilaration.
As Cruz gestured to the attraction, his question hung in the air, and Sámiel's gaze swept over the dark beauty that stood before them. "Indeed,” he answered, his voice tinged with a touch of mystery. "The Veil is mine to oversee. A blend of reality and illusion, the echoes of the past and the whispers of the future. Which is real and which is the echo of your own soul is something you must discern for yourself.”
Cruz's inquiry about going through again hinted at a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, and Sámiel's smile deepened. "The thrill of the unknown is a path best traversed with a measure of anticipation,” he said, his words carrying the wisdom of an ancient soul. "Perhaps a pause is in order. The enigma you've witnessed will remain, awaiting your return on a future visit.” And he offered to hand off the disoriented man back to his Romani companions.
Cruz's words carried a mixture of bewilderment and a touch of humor, revealing the rollercoaster of emotions he had experienced within the haunted attraction continued since his emergence. Sámiel extended a slim hand, offering Cruz his support as he helped him up from the ground. He noted the lingering fear in Cruz's eyes, the traces of an image that had carved its mark upon his psyche.
"You fell,” Cruz's words were simple, yet they carried a weight that spoke of the intensity of the experience he had just emerged from. Sámiel's gaze held a blend of understanding and reassurance, for he knew well the unsettling effects of his enchantments.
As Cruz mentioned his need for a drink and a seat, Sámiel's lips quirked into a faint smile. "The Veil can leave its mark,” he replied, his voice gentle. "A drink might help steady your senses, though I must admit, the sensation you're feeling is not entirely unfamiliar."
Sámiel’s smile in response was a glimpse of camaraderie, a shared understanding of the intricate dance between fear and exhilaration.
As Cruz gestured to the attraction, his question hung in the air, and Sámiel's gaze swept over the dark beauty that stood before them. "Indeed,” he answered, his voice tinged with a touch of mystery. "The Veil is mine to oversee. A blend of reality and illusion, the echoes of the past and the whispers of the future. Which is real and which is the echo of your own soul is something you must discern for yourself.”
Cruz's inquiry about going through again hinted at a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, and Sámiel's smile deepened. "The thrill of the unknown is a path best traversed with a measure of anticipation,” he said, his words carrying the wisdom of an ancient soul. "Perhaps a pause is in order. The enigma you've witnessed will remain, awaiting your return on a future visit.” And he offered to hand off the disoriented man back to his Romani companions.