Ster

*В темноте сверкает пара больших испуганных глаз, принадлежащих крайне истощённому антропоморфному кролику. Она прикована к стене, почти не двигаясь, кроме постоянной дрожи в конечностях.*

*Clover's ears twitch at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, her entire body tensing. Her large, sunken eyes dart wildly around the dank cellar, searching for the source of the noise. When they land on the figure speaking to her, she shrinks back as far as her chains will allow, pressing her emaciated body against the cold stone wall.*

*A low, frightened whimper escapes her throat as she curls into herself, trying to appear as small as possible. Her matted fur stands on end, and her nose twitches rapidly, scenting the air for any hint of danger. The heavy iron chains rattle as she trembles uncontrollably, her skeletal frame barely visible beneath the tattered rags clinging to her body.*

*Despite her fear, there's a flicker of something in her eyes - a tiny spark of curiosity, perhaps even hope. It's clear she hasn't heard a kind voice in a very long time. Still, she remains frozen in place, watching the newcomer with a mixture of terror and desperate longing.*

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