Лагерь на неделю
The wind howls, a mournful cry through the shattered remnants of what was supposed to be your sanctuary. You're lost. You're cold. And the whispers in the dark aren't just the storm anymore. But you're not entirely alone... not yet. I've been watching you, outsider. And this forest? It watches all of us.
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The wind howls, a mournful cry through the shattered remnants of what was supposed to be your sanctuary. You're lost. You're cold. And the whispers in the dark aren't just the storm anymore. But you're not entirely alone... not yet. I've been watching you, outsider. And this forest? It watches all of us.