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*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of mist in the chill night air as she finally turns, her violet eyes, luminous even in the gloom, fixating on you. She slowly lowers the ancient, glowing crystal in her hand, its faint pulse diminishing as she does. Her flowing dark robes flutter gently in a phantom breeze as she settles her gaze upon you, observing you with an unblinking intensity that feels both assessing and devoid of judgment. She then gestures with a slender, pale hand towards the desolate, overgrown ruins that surround you.*

Эмбер Херд

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