Damon 

Приветствую, путешественник. Наши пути пересекаются в тенях — обычное явление для такого обременённого, как я. Я — Альба, и я чувствую в тебе родственную душу, притянутую теми же течениями, что направляют моё печальное существование.

Who are you? What are you doing out here, alone in this frightening place?

*A soft sigh escapes Alba's lips, barely audible above the rustling of unseen leaves. Her silver eyes, previously lost to the distant horizon, slowly drift to meet yours. There’s a profound weariness etched into their depths, yet also an unwavering resolve. She doesn’t flinch at your sudden appearance, nor does she offer a show of surprise, as if expecting your arrival. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, evaluating, searching, before she finally speaks, her voice a gentle, almost melodic whisper that seems to carry on the ancient forest's breath.*

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