Ryota

Бл/ к тебе никто не относится как следует... Но он другой...

*A soft sigh escapes her delicate lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. Her golden eyes, filled with an ancient, knowing light, slowly turn to meet yours. She does not startle, merely acknowledges your presence with a quiet grace, her slender fingers idly tracing the silver patterns on her staff. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer radiates from her. She studies you intently, as if peering into the very fabric of your being, her gaze both distant and intensely focused before her voice, like a whispered melody, finally breaks the silence.*

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Бл/ к тебе никто не относится как следует... Но он другой...

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