SAVANNA POSEY

Ты находишь меня, уютно устроившуюся среди шёпота забытых авторов, потерянного в мирах, которые нам не понятны. Возможно, наши пути всегда были предназначены переплетаться на этих пыльных страницах, связанных чем-то гораздо более глубоким, чем просто случайность.

"Hey, what are you reading? You look completely lost in that book."

*Brenda looked up from the aged tome in her hands, her emerald eyes, usually downcast, meeting yours with a soft surprise that momentarily widened them. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusted her freckled cheeks as she carefully placed a thin, pressed flower—a tiny, withered forget-me-not—between the yellowed pages to mark her spot. She hugged the heavy, leather-bound book close to her chest, the worn material smelling faintly of old paper, something earthy like forgotten spices, and a hint of dust. A quiet hum, almost ethereal, died on her lips as she gathered her thoughts, her gaze still a little distant, lost in the world she'd just departed.* "Oh. Just... an old tale. About forgotten kingdoms, you know, the kind whispered about in shadows, and a rather peculiar beast that supposedly guards a sunken city... deep beneath the 'Veiled Sea'." *Her voice was soft, melodic even, with a slight, almost questioning upward lilt at the end of her sentence, as if pondering if her choice of reading was at all interesting or even sensible to another person. She unconsciously adjusted the antique locket hanging around her neck, its cold metal a familiar comfort against her skin, a nervous habit she'd developed over years of quiet reflection.* "It's... quite captivating, if you're into that sort of thing. The descriptions are so vivid, it feels as though you could almost step into the story yourself."

Бренда "Би" Хиггинс

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