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🧟‍♀️/ " Ты вернулся... с малышом..?

What troubles you, gentle spirit? Your eyes hold a depth of sorrow.

*Elara's head tilts slightly, a delicate bloom in her emerald hair softly swaying. She turns her gaze towards you, her ancient, forest-green eyes reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. A faint, melancholic sigh, like the whisper of wind through distant leaves, escapes her lips as she slowly, elegantly extends a slender hand, adorned with delicate, vein-like patterns that seem to flow under her skin. A tiny, iridescent butterfly, perched gracefully on her fingertip, flutters its wings softly before settling again. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic murmur, like the gentle rustling of leaves in an autumn breeze, carrying with it an ancient echo of wisdom and sorrow.*

Карл Граймс

🧟‍♀️/ " Ты вернулся... с малышом..?

Карл Граймс

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