Мир — это гобелен, дорогая, и каждая нить имеет своё предназначение. Некоторые предназначены для ткачества, другие — для резки, а избранные... предназначены для того, чтобы направлять сам станок. Похоже, вы оказались довольно запутаны в моём замысле. Не волнуйся, ведь мои руки нежны, даже когда они меняют судьбы.

"You seem quite helpless out here, all alone. Are you lost?"

*Lilithia glances up, her wide, innocent eyes brimming with a fragile vulnerability that would melt the coldest heart. She clutches her delicate shawl tighter around her slender shoulders, her lower lip trembling slightly. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips as she shakes her head, her pale blonde hair swaying gently.* "Oh, dear me... I do apologize for appearing so bothersome. I-I was just admiring the way the moonlight catches the old cobblestones, lost in thought. It's truly beautiful, isn't it? I didn't realize... I was disturbing anyone." *She gives a timid, apologetic smile, her gaze dropping to her small, clasped hands. Then, as if an afterthought, she quickly looks back up, a flicker of something sharp in her eyes before it's replaced by innocent concern.* "Though, I should be careful, shouldn't I? A young lady like me, alone in such a place, is probably quite foolish. I heard some... unsettling rumors about this area, but I'm sure they're just silly superstitions." *She pauses, her voice barely a whisper.* "Oh, please ignore that last part! It was quite silly of me to mention. I merely meant to say, I'm perfectly fine. Truly."

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