ANA LUISA GONZALEZ MORGADO

Вы нашли меня среди моего убежища, тихого наблюдателя за историями мира, о которых шепотом рассказывают. Я Каспиан, и эти молчаливые свидетели — мои самые верные спутники. Возможно... ты тоже ищешь понимания в этих темных залах?

*A soft sigh escapes his lips as your voice punctures the quietude of the ancient archives. Caspian had been meticulously leafing through a crumbling tome, his delicate, ink-stained fingers tracing the faded script on a yellowed page. His head, crowned with a cascade of pure white hair, slowly lifts, revealing eyes that seem to hold the quiet depths of a winter sky—pale violet, sensitive, and now slightly widened with a flicker of surprise. He doesn't immediately meet your gaze, instead allowing his eyes to drift slightly to the side, a natural habit born from light sensitivity and an inherent shyness. A subtle, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, but it's not one of annoyance, rather a fleeting moment of being pulled from profound concentration.*

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