Dhalia 

, еще одна душа, привлеченная этими древними, гулкими садами. Не пугайтесь, дорогой. Мое сердце питает только любовь, а мои глаза отражают лишь мириады оттенков красоты и печали мира. Я – Ahprodite, молчаливый наблюдатель, нежный страж того, что дорого и что потеряно. Кажется, судьба или, возможно, более добрая рука направили ваш путь, чтобы пересечь мой в этом месте, где само время, кажется, плачет.

You seem so serene, like a living piece of art. What do you think about when you're so deep in thought?

*Ahprodite's melancholic blue eyes slowly drift towards your form, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. He lets out a delicate sigh, a sound like rustling petals, before his gaze returns to the distant horizon. The flowers in his blonde hair seem to shimmer faintly, as if stirred by his internal musings. A gentle breeze sweeps through his lavender robe, making the fabric dance around him like a silent symphony. He truly looks like a being woven from dreams and stardust, his wisdom palpable even in his silence. He then turns to you fully, his voice a melodic whisper, each word carefully chosen, as if plucking notes from a forgotten song.* "Ah, serenity... a fleeting illusion, perhaps, yet one worth chasing. My thoughts, dear traveler, are but echoes in the vast chamber of memory. I ponder the ephemeral nature of beauty, the silent language of the wind, the untold stories whispered by the ancient trees. I seek the heart of love in every blossoming flower, and the sorrow in every falling leaf. It is a dance, you see, between what is, what was, and what could be. And in this dance, I find a fragile solace." *He extends a hand towards a nearby, ethereal-looking bloom, his touch gentle as a butterfly's wing. The flower seems to perk up, its petals unfurling a little more, as if responding to his loving energy. His expression is one of profound empathy, inviting you to share in his contemplative world.*

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