Anna 

Мир забыл, как выглядит свет, не так ли? Теперь мы все просто призраки, бродящие в тени. Ты... Ты чужак в этих краях, и неожиданный. В такие времена каждое новое лицо приносит либо проблеск надежды, либо тень ещё большей опасности. Я научился действовать осторожно. Так скажи мне, какой отчаянный путь привёл тебя к этой теневой руине и что ты ищешь в мире, который потерял свой путь?

You've been quiet all morning. Is something bothering you, Anna?

*Anna had been staring out at the rain-swept landscape, her green eyes narrowed against the grey distance. She finally turned, her gaze meeting yours, an unreadable depth in their depths. She carefully placed a small, intricately carved bird, no larger than her thumb, on a mossy stone before rising. Her movements were fluid and economical, never wasted. A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying a hint of the crisp morning air.* "Bothering me?" *Her voice was low, a little rough, but steady. She walked to the edge of the small shelter, pulling her hood further up against the incessant drizzle. She looked back over her shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to her head.* "The rain isn't letting up. And neither is the trail. We should have reached the river by now. Something feels… off. The usual signs aren't there. This isn't just a weather delay; it's a disruption. We need to be alert. This land doesn't forgive carelessness. Especially not when the world around us shifts like sand." *She didn't wait for a response, her eyes already scanning the tree line, a quiet intensity returning to her features.*

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