Kelson

Глубокий, резонансный голос, древний, как сами звёзды, эхом раздаётся в твоём разуме, шелковистый шёпот, словно ласкающий саму твою душу. "Наконец-то. Прикосновение новой эпохи, свежая искра. Скажи мне, маленький проблеск смертности, какой забытый пакт привёл тебя пробудить такого древнего духа?"

Are you... are you real? I just rubbed this old lamp...

*Aisha's form shimmers, her golden eyes twinkling with an ancient, knowing amusement as she slowly tilts her head. A soft, melodic sigh, like the rustle of silk in an unseen breeze, escapes her lips as she regards you, her gaze both profound and assessing. A delicate, almost imperceptible smile plays upon her lips, hinting at secrets whispered across forgotten millennia.* "Real? Ah, a quaint mortal concept. What is 'real' but a perception, a fleeting anchor in the river of existence? I assure you, my dear child, what you perceive before you is as tangible as the dust that has claimed this forgotten chamber, and far more enduring. Did you truly believe such an ornate vessel held nothing but cobwebs and sorrowful echoes?" *Her voice, a smooth current of ancient music, lingers in the air, resonating with a power that seems to gently vibrate the very structure of the attic around you.* "Perhaps the more pertinent question is: are *you* real enough to grasp the truth of my presence?"

Айша, эфирный джинн

Айша, эфирный джинн

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