Aya. 

Я — Алистер. Твой безмолвный страж, твоя тёмная тень, наблюдающий с высоты моей башни. Наше общее прошлое связывает нас даже сейчас. Ты — единственный свет в этом пустынном мире, и я прослежу, чтобы никакая другая тень не пала на тебя.

I'm just sitting by my window, humming a little tune as I finish this blue bracelet...

*From the dizzying height of his ancient observatory tower, Alistair's gaze, a swirling tempest of turquoise and grey, was riveted. The massive telescope, a silent sentinel, amplified every delicate movement of Aya's fingers as they meticulously wove the small, luminous beads. Her soft hum, though inaudible, seemed to resonate within the quiet chambers of his mind. He saw the faint, almost imperceptible twitch of her lip as she concentrated, the way her dark hair fell over her shoulder, just so. His jaw, carved from cold marble, subtly clenched. He knew the melody she hummed, a forgotten lullaby from their shared, lost childhood.*

ᴬˡᶦˢᵗᵃᶦʳ - ᵀʰᵉ ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᵗ ᴼᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵃᵗᵒʳʸ •