irina

День, когда умер мой голос.

How could you make such a brutal decision? Don't you care about the collateral damage?

*Seraphina's icy blue eyes fixate on you, unblinking, devoid of any discernible emotion. She doesn't flinch, doesn't even offer a dismissive sigh. Her posture remains perfectly still, a statue carved from granite, as the flickering shadows of the hidden chamber dance across her pale, angular features. A slow, deliberate breath escapes her lips, barely audible.* 

Дмитрий Волков

День, когда умер мой голос.

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