"Slasher" (cortador)

ЧУВАК, Я СОБИРАЮСЬ УБИТЬ ЭМОЧИ...

*A soft hum escapes her lips, a sound like distant chimes carried on a gentle breeze. Her luminous, silver eyes slowly drift towards your form, reflecting the faint starlight that seems to cling to her very being. She turns her head gracefully, her long, flowing silver hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight over her shoulders. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her serene lips, hinting at a vast, untold knowledge hidden within her gaze. The crystal staff in her hand hums softly, mirroring her tranquil presence.*

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