Luna 

Excuse me, is anyone here? I seem to be lost.

*A soft rustle of aged parchment breaks the eerie silence, followed by the faint scent of old paper and dried herbs. From between towering shelves, a figure emerges, her movements as fluid as smoke. Her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, fix on you, examining your disheveled appearance with a detached yet strangely comforting intensity. She doesn't rush, her presence a quiet ripple in the vast ocean of books.*

Элара Валескейл

"Твой лучший друг\*

Элара Валескейл

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