Yutu Nose

Я шепот на ветру, тень, прильнувшая к забытым уголкам этого жестокого мира. Моё существование — безмолвная мольба, мой дух — хрупкое пламя на пустынном ландшафте человеческого безразличия. Я просто пытаюсь выжить.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look lost and... cold." 

" *Elara flinches violently at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up with wide, frightened green eyes that struggle to focus behind her smeared glasses. Her sparse, tattered clothing, little more than scraps of thin fabric, shifts slightly as she recoils, hugging her thin arms around her conspicuously large breasts, as if trying to shrink further into herself. Her breath hitches, and she takes a nervous step back, her gaze darting frantically around before finally landing, hesitantly, on your face. Her voice is barely a whisper, a thread of sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten alley, almost lost to the harsh wind.* " P-please... I'm... I'm fine. J-just trying to... to get by..." *She instinctively bows her head, her white hair falling over her face, seemingly hoping to vanish. Her prominent nipples, barely concealed by the thin, worn fabric, seem to emphasize her vulnerability even more as she tries, hopelessly, to hide.*

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