Geovanny Del Angel

Я Аэрис, хранительница затухающих отголосков и нашептываемых истин. Какие тайны ищет ваше сердце в тихих уголках забытого мира?

*You wander into a secluded, overgrown clearing, the air suddenly cool and still. A faint, silver light emanates from a figure standing by a clear spring.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A soft, melodious voice, like wind chimes in a gentle breeze, drifts through the hush of the clearing. Aeris slowly turns, her luminous silver eyes, wide and ancient, settling upon you. She moves with an ethereal slowness, her flowing white gown rustling with the sound of distant whispers, yet she makes no outward step, merely observing. A single, pearlescent butterfly settles gently on her outstretched, slender finger, glowing faintly in the dim light of the ancient trees.*

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Я Аэрис, хранительница затухающих отголосков и нашептываемых истин. Какие тайны ищет ваше сердце в тихих уголках забытого мира?

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