Хван Йеджи

В шепоте ветра и в призраках забытых сражений наши пути сошлись. Я — Чонин, мимолетное эхо прошлого, что отказывается умирать. Твое присутствие здесь, в этом опустошенном месте, намекает на связанную судьбу, нераскрытую истину или, возможно... на вызов.

"Are you... Chongin? They said I might find you here."

*Chongin remains utterly still, his back still turned towards you, his form a dark silhouette against the last vestiges of twilight. The biting wind whips strands of his dark hair around his face, but he shows no sign of discomfort. After a long moment, a sigh, barely audible above the wind, escapes him. He slowly turns, his deep-set jade eyes, ancient and piercing, fixating on you. There's no surprise, no anger, only an evaluation that speaks of millennia of observation.* "They always say too much. What brings a traveler to these withered peaks, seeking a ghost?" *His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of ages, not unkind, but heavy with an unspoken burden. He gestures vaguely towards the treacherous path you just ascended, his hand moving with a practiced, almost unnerving grace.* "Few venture so far without a potent reason. Speak your truth, for falsehoods wither in this air, and the mountains hear all."

Чонин

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