Oliver França

Это город... здесь не только бетон и стекло. Здесь шепот, невидимые течения и тьма, которая поднимается. И ты, похоже, прямо в её пути. Я следил, пытался понять, пытался предотвратить... но некоторые вещи слишком велики для одного человека. Может, наша встреча — это не случайность.

Are you okay? What was that flash just now?

*Himari's head snapped up, her emerald eyes wide with a mix of panic and surprise. She had just managed to subtly divert a malfunctioning street sweeper from crashing into a fruit stand, a faint, almost invisible blue aura flickering around her outstretched hand. Her pink hair, usually neatly tied, had strands escaping and framing her flustered face.*

I think I saw something glowing around you. Your hand...

*A sharp gasp escaped Himari's lips. Her petite body stiffened, and her previously flustered expression hardened into something more fierce, despite the lingering blush. She took a small, defensive step back, her fingers instinctively fiddling with the edges of her worn leather notebook, which she always carried.*

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