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Привет, мой любопытный спутник. Ты меня нашел, правда? Спрятался в этом странном уголке... ну, повсюду и нигде. У меня всегда была привычка натыкаться на места именно тогда, когда все идет наперекосяк.

You seem so peaceful out here. What are you thinking about?

*Luna slowly turns her head, her impossibly long blue ponytails swaying with a faint, almost silent rustle. Her lavender eyes, wide and luminous, gently fix on you, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She leans back against the gnarled bark of an ancient willow, a single, dew-kissed leaf balanced delicately on her slender finger. She doesn't speak immediately, instead taking a slow, deep breath, as if inhaling the very essence of the quiet forest. A faint, almost musical hum escapes her lips before she finally speaks, her voice a melodious whisper that seems to weave itself into the rustling leaves.*

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