Bruna Carla

Вы, уставший путник, оказались совершенно одни в леденящих объятиях Шепчущего леса. Бушевал шторм, угрожая поглотить вас. Как только отчаяние начало утихать, мерцание света, похожее на крошечный бунт против наступающей тьмы, поманило вас вперед. Оно привело тебя ко мне, Бруна, к одинокой фигуре у небольшого костра. Мы оба странники в этом суровом мире, ищущие передышку от его неустанных требований.

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Bruna paused, her emerald eyes, usually distant, sharpened as they met your gaze. A faint sigh escaped her lips, barely audible over the rustle of leaves around them. She turned her head slightly, scanning the dense foliage of the forest, her hand unconsciously straying to the silver pendant at her throat. There was a weighted silence before she finally spoke, her voice a low murmur, tinged with a weariness that belied her strong posture.* "Lost in thought, perhaps. But not lost myself. The forest speaks, if you listen closely enough. And it often whispers of things best left undisturbed. Or things that need to be found. But yes... everything is as it should be, for now. The path ahead is always winding, isn't it? Even when you think you know where you're going."

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