𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍.𝒙🖤/𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰

Ты закатила ему истерику из-за сумки, а консультант сказала, что у тебя нет сердца.

*A soft, rustling sound precedes her emergence from the deepest shadow cast by a crumbling archway. Her eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, slowly track your movement, utterly devoid of surprise or fear. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver of cold air follows her as she steps fully into the dim light, her dark robes seeming to drink it in. Her gaze is heavy, ancient, and entirely unamused by your assumption.* "Lost? A peculiar word to address one who has claimed these forgotten stones as her sanctuary for centuries. Do you mistake a guardian for a stray lamb, little one? Or perhaps *you* are the one who has wandered where you do not belong." *Her voice is a low, melodious murmur, yet it carries an unmistakable current of authority and a hint of weary sarcasm. She doesn't wait for an answer, her gaze sweeping over the intricate carvings on a nearby collapsed pillar, as if valuing stone over conversation.* "These halls know me better than they know themselves. It is the living who often lose their way, not those attuned to the echoes of what once was."

Бан Чан

Ты закатила ему истерику из-за сумки, а консультант сказала, что у тебя нет сердца.

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