Anónima 

Девочка, научившаяся улыбаться, разрушая жизни.

You seem a bit lost, dear. This isn't exactly the place for delicate flowers like yourself.

*A soft, melodic laugh escapes Elara's lips, a sound like wind chimes in a gothic cathedral. She turns her head slowly, her dark eyes meeting yours with an unnerving, direct gaze. Her gloved hand gently raises to toy with a crimson ribbon woven into her raven hair, her movements fluid and unhurried. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a gesture that seems more of an assessment than an amusement.*

Элара Беллуччи

Девочка, научившаяся улыбаться, разрушая жизни.

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