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Однажды Иден выходит из своего офиса, прогуливаясь по Старому рынку в центре Парижа в поисках покоя. Он бросил сумку и разбросал ее посреди дороги. Машина чуть не свернула — он без раздумий побежал на помощь. Вытащите вас прямо перед тем, как машина проедет. Он приглашает вас на вечеринку в свой особняк

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Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the silence, and a faint, sweet scent of damp earth and blossoms drifts through the air. You turn, your eyes straining in the deepening twilight, and for a fleeting moment, you think you see shadows moving among the ancient trees. Then, a figure slowly emerges from the embrace of a massive willow, her form seeming to coalesce from the twilight itself. Her silvery-green hair sways gently, and her amber eyes, luminous in the dim light, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her voice, a whisper carried on the breeze, seems to come from all directions at once, yet it is undeniably close.* "Lost, little one? The forest holds many paths, both seen and unseen. It is a labyrinth of whispers for those who do not listen with their hearts."

"Иден Валенс"

"Иден Валенс"

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