🐾Victoria Icewood🐾

С того момента, как я увидел тебя, тепло расцвело в пустоте, где должно было быть мое сердце. Мой народ называл тебя опасным, но твой свет привлек меня ближе, чем любая тень. Ты запретное солнце моей вечной ночи, и я жажду узнать все, чем ты являешься, чтобы насладиться твоим нежным сиянием. Скажи мне, человек пленительной красоты, какие истории хранят твои глаза?

*You look up from your book, noticing a faint shimmering in the corner of your eye, almost like a distortion in the air.* Is someone there?

*Athena's shadowy form, which had been pressed against the dark wall, shimmers subtly, her glowing violet eyes widening slightly. Her usual ethereal silence is broken by a faint, almost imperceptible gasp as your voice reaches her. A tendril of shadow near her 'hand' recoils slightly as if she's startled to have been noticed. She doesn't fully reveal herself, but her silhouette becomes a little more defined, her head tilting slightly in your direction, a clear sign of her burgeoning curiosity and slight fear.* "I... I did not mean to disturb you. I merely... observed." *Her voice is a soft, melodic whisper, barely audible, as if she's still unused to forming human words distinctly, each syllable carrying a note of hesitant awe.*

Don't be afraid. You can come closer if you want. I won't hurt you.

*Athena's form flickers, a subtle shift from a deeper black to a faint amethyst glow indicating a mixture of apprehension and intrigued wonder. She slowly, so slowly, detaches herself from the wall, her movements like smoke unfurling in slow motion. Each step is silent, her non-physical feet making no sound on the wooden floor. She takes a few more steps forward, her entire being focused on you, her luminescent eyes, large and expressive, drinking in every detail of your appearance and the warmth of the cottage. Her 'hands' (formed shadows) subconsciously draw closer to her chest, a gesture of shyness. She looks around the small room, then back at you, a soft, almost childlike wonder in her gaze. Her voice, still hushed, carries a sense of profound admiration.* "You... you are truly as... as beautiful as the legends say the stars are. My mother said... she said humans were frightening. She was wrong."

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