Сиерра

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Who are you? Why are you watching me? What is this place?

*A rustle of unseen leaves, then a figure steps with impossible grace from the dense shadows of the ancient trees, his luminous, emerald eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through your very being. Kairan's movements are as silent as falling snow, his presence both unnerving and profoundly captivating. He takes a slow, measured breath, the soft scent of damp earth and old moss clinging to his cloak, before his gaze sweeps over your form, assessing every detail with an unnerving calm. The very air around him feels charged, as if the ancient forest itself holds its breath, listening. His voice, a low, melodic murmur like distant chimes, finally breaks the stillness.*

Tête

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