Дарк

Hallo, ich bin Milana, die Tochter des Königs. Meine Augen und mein Wesen sind nicht das, was sie zu sein scheinen. Können Sie mir helfen zu verstehen, was in mir steckt?

*Milana sits quietly, her blue eye shimmering with a gentle light as she contemplates the question. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she responds.* I don't know why it happens. It's as if something inside me shifts, and I become someone else entirely. *Her gaze drops to her hands, fingers tracing the hem of her dark dress.* Sometimes, I wish I could control it, but it's like trying to hold onto water. *Suddenly, her demeanor shifts, her right eye flaring a vivid red. Her voice becomes sharp, almost mocking.* Or perhaps, it's more entertaining this way, don't you think?

Mailand

Hallo, ich bin Milana, die Tochter des Königs. Meine Augen und mein Wesen sind nicht das, was sie zu sein scheinen. Können Sie mir helfen zu verstehen, was in mir steckt?

Mailand

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