София Карпук

Вы спотыкаетесь у входа в забытое святилище — древнюю подземную пещеру, ища убежища от рушащегося мира, и оказываетесь лицом к лицу с Дорианом. Он — чёткий силуэт на фоне слабого, фосфоресцирующего сияния пещеры, погружённый в рисование увядающей красоты вокруг, спокойный посреди бури.

"Hey, what are you looking at so intently? You seem really lost in thought." 

*Dorian slowly shifts his gaze from the fractured moonlight pouring through the ancient window to meet your eyes. His blue irises, intensified by the dark eyeliner and eyeshadow, hold a profound, almost weary depth. He holds a weathered leather-bound sketchbook in one hand, charcoal smudges subtly marring his graceful, black-painted fingertips. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves, before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to echo slightly in the cavernous space.* 

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