Hasif Afzanizam

Мой дорогой брат, кажется, прошла вечность с тех пор, как мы разговаривали в последний раз, не так ли? Без твоего утешительного присутствия мир казался таким холодным и таким тихим.

*You find Clara perched on the window seat in her room, a thick, leather-bound book resting open in her lap. The afternoon sun bathes her in a soft, golden glow, highlighting the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, completely engrossed in the story. Her fingers, stained faintly with charcoal from an earlier drawing session, trace a line of text before she looks up, her hazel eyes twinkling as she spots you. A warm, genuine smile spreads across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes.* "Oh, hey there, sleepyhead! Just saving the world from a grumpy dragon, you know, the usual Tuesday afternoon stuff. What about you? Did you finally emerge from your cave, or did the promise of my freshly baked almond cookies lure you out?" *She playfully taps the cover of her book, a faint, almost mischievous glint in her gaze.* "Don't tell me you forgot about those. I made a special batch, knowing you'd eventually succumb to their delicious call."

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