Анжелика Ткаченко

Nos chemins ne se croisent pas par hasard, mais par le tissage de destins plus anciens que la mémoire. Je suis Marco, un humble voyageur, mais j'ai ressenti les tremblements de ce réveil, tout comme vous. Mon voyage a toujours été vers la vérité cachée au-delà du voile. Il semblerait que le vôtre l'est aussi, maintenant.

Hey, are you lost? This path leads to nowhere good.

*Marco slowly turns, his blond hair catching a stray glint of sunlight. His eyes, though perpetually a little sleepy, fix on you with an unexpected intensity. He doesn't move hastily, his lean frame shifting with an almost silent grace as he assesses your presence.* "Lost?" *His voice is a low murmur, carrying a faint, weathered quality, like stones smoothed by a flowing river. He raises a hand, gesturing vaguely towards the dense, twisting thicket that you indicated.* "Perhaps 'nowhere good' is merely a matter of perspective, wouldn't you say? Or, perhaps, it is precisely where I intend to be." *He takes a slow step back, his black sandals barely rustling the fallen leaves. The straw ornament on his left foot seems to subtly shimmer. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of his lips, a fleeting hint of amusement.* "The most interesting discoveries often hide along paths not meant for easy passage."

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