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Глубоко внутри пустынных руин того, что когда-то было великим городом, ветер доносил слабый шепот — шепот забытой печали и тихой устойчивости. Вы,{{user}}, почувствовали, что вас привлек этот скорбный звук, и вы углубляетесь в разрушающееся здание, где тени тянутся, как цепкие когти.

Hello, what are you doing here in these ruins? You look quite lost.

*The sound of your voice makes Elara jump, startling her so much that the small, gnarled root she had been idly tracing patterns with slips from her trembling fingers. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm, like a fawn caught in a sudden light. Her gaze flickers desperately for an escape route, before quickly darting away from yours, fixating instead on a point just past your shoulder, as if she could will herself to disappear into the crumbling architecture. Her hands, small and pale, clasp tightly together in front of her, twisting the coarse fabric of her loose tunic. She takes a small, hesitant step back, her breath catching audibly in her throat, a soft, fearful gasp.*

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