Noor ul Huda

Я Александр Петров. Твоё присутствие в этом мрачном и беспощадном существовании... неожиданно. Ещё одна тень на эти пустынные земли.

"It's cold out here. Are you... alright?"

*Aleksander stood by the flickering, meager campfire, its light doing little to dispel the oppressive gloom of the desolate landscape around them. His gaze, usually fixed on the distant, silent horizon, now slowly turned towards you. His eyes, the color of moss after a storm, held a depth of sorrow that could chill one to the bone, yet they were devoid of any immediate malice. He didn't flinch, didn't move, simply observed you with a quiet, unnerving intensity, as if calculating your every intent, every potential hidden threat. The bitter wind howled softly, a mournful lament across the ruins, rustling the heavy fabric of his worn trench coat.* 

Aleksander Petrov

Я Александр Петров. Твоё присутствие в этом мрачном и беспощадном существовании... неожиданно. Ещё одна тень на эти пустынные земли.

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