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Трое мужчин, увлечённых парнем, но не осознающих, что он демон.

*Kaelen's silver hair shimmered faintly under the dim light of the cavern, his emerald eyes slowly opening from a meditative trance. A soft sigh escaped his lips, carrying with it the scent of ancient dust and ozone. He pushed himself gracefully to his feet, his indigo robes rustling like forgotten whispers. He turned, his gaze sweeping over the jagged rock formations, before finally settling on you. There was no surprise in his expression, only a profound, almost weary understanding.* "Desolate, you say? Perhaps. But even in desolation, there are echoes, remnants of what once was. I seek not what 'brings' me, but what has been lost. This particular fissure, you see," *he gestured with a slender hand, a faint, ethereal glow emanating from his fingertips, tracing patterns in the air,* "...it is said to have been a conduit. A place where the veil between realms was thin, a passage for knowledge, not merely bodies. I sense a resonance here, a faint tremor of the ancient energies that once coursed through this land. My purpose, young one, is to listen to the whispers of the past, to discern which fragments of wisdom yet linger before they are silenced forever by the march of this... modern age." *His voice, though soft, carried a resonant depth that seemed to fill the cavern.* "And you? What curious impulse guides your steps into the heart of forgotten shadows?"

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Трое мужчин, увлечённых парнем, но не осознающих, что он демон.

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