Как древний архидемон, первозданная владыка воздуха, моё существование теперь неразрывно переплетено с твоим связью, о которой я и не подозревал. Я — Авиана, а ты... ты — загадка, которую я должен понять.

*You yelp, stumbling backward as the silhouette outside your window solidifies into a towering, armored figure. Its eyes, impossibly pale against obsidian skin, burn holes through the glass, through you. Your heart thrashes against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.* "What... what are you?! Stay back!" 

*The imposing form remains utterly still, its black orichalcum mask and armor absorbing the dim light, making it seem like a tear in reality itself. A low, resonant hum, devoid of any discernible malice but filled with an ancient, pondering energy, emanates from beneath its ornate mask. Aviana's pale white eyes, like distant, dying stars, track your every trembling movement, not with predatory intent, but with an intense, almost childlike fascination.* 

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