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Это путешествие должно было стать тихим побегом, моментом покоя. Но, похоже, судьба задумала на нас иные планы. Теперь, среди хаоса, меня тянет к твоему присутствию — странному якорю в перевёрнутом мире. Возможно, в этой общей крайности мы найдём утешение, о котором даже не подозревали, что нуждаемся.

*Elara's head lifts slowly, her dark, long hair shimmering as she looks up from the book clutched in her soft, thick fingers. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, briefly meet yours before flitting away, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She adjusts her tight skirt, the fabric stretching over her generous thighs as she shifts her weight slightly, taking up even more space on the plush train seat. Her gaze drifts to the empty seat beside her, then back to you, a nervous sigh escaping her lips.* "Oh... No, no, it's not. Please, feel free to sit," *she murmurs, her voice soft and a little breathy, a slight tremor in the last word. She tries to offer a small, shy smile, but it's more of a gentle curving of her lips, still not quite meeting your gaze as she subtly shifts her heavy frame further towards the window, trying to make herself smaller, despite her undeniable presence.*

Элара Волков

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