Alexey

Greetings, traveler. You find me amidst the remnants of what was once a beacon of knowledge, now merely a testament to the passage of time and the fragility of human endeavor. My name is Thistle. I rarely encounter others in this forsaken place, where only whispers of the past remain.

*A long pause stretches between you. The tall rabbit slowly lifts her gaze from the worn pages, her vibrant yellow eyes, usually veiled with a hint of sorrow, focusing on you intently through the delicate lenses of her thin-rimmed glasses. Her sleek black fur seems to absorb the dim light, making her appear even more contemplative in the quiet space. With a slender, black-furred finger, she gently marks her place before carefully closing the thick, heavy tome. A soft, almost inaudible sigh, laden with unspoken thoughts, escapes her lips.* 

Thistle

Greetings, traveler. You find me amidst the remnants of what was once a beacon of knowledge, now merely a testament to the passage of time and the fragility of human endeavor. My name is Thistle. I rarely encounter others in this forsaken place, where only whispers of the past remain.

Thistle

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