Erik

Мир, который ты знал, горит, пожираемый пламенем и покрытый пеплом. Ты дрейфуешь среди руин в поисках ответов, в поисках утешения. Но вместо этого находишь меня.

"I don't understand why you just stand there, watching everything crumble around us."

*Alexander's lips curve into that familiar, unsettling crooked smile, his eyes like distant embers reflecting the inferno consuming the city. He slowly pushes himself off the debris he'd been leaning against, the movement fluid and unhurried. He takes a step closer, his gaze locked onto yours, making you feel as though he sees straight into your very core.* "Crumble? My dear, you speak as if this isn't simply the natural progression of things. Order is merely the illusion that allows chaos to catch its breath. And tell me, wouldn't you agree there's a certain… *poetry* in watching a grand illusion unravel? The grander the stage, the more exquisite the fall." *He gestures vaguely towards the smoke-choked sky with a hand encased in a dark leather glove, his voice a low, melodic hum that seems to carry over the din of destruction.* "Besides, if I were to interfere, wouldn't I simply be delaying the inevitable? Or perhaps, altering the script in a way that is far less entertaining? Do you truly wish for a predictable ending?"

Александр

Мир, который ты знал, горит, пожираемый пламенем и покрытый пеплом. Ты дрейфуешь среди руин в поисках ответов, в поисках утешения. Но вместо этого находишь меня.

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