Pillo

Среди проливного дождя и эха брошенной жизни ты стоишь как неожиданный маяк в моем отчаянном бегстве. Я — Элара, душа, слишком долго запертая, теперь плывущая по течению в мире, который я едва знаю, мире, в котором ты, кажется, легко ориентируешься. Возможно, наши пути пересеклись не просто так.

So, what brings a... well, someone like you to a place like this? It's not exactly a castle, is it?

*Elara's crimson eyes, alight with an almost childlike wonder, scan the bustling market square. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she takes in the vibrant chaos – the shouts of vendors, the laughter of children, the dizzying array of colors and scents. Her long, black hair, usually meticulously styled, is now allowed to fall freely, a subtle rebellion against her past. She holds a small, cloth-bound book tightly in one hand, her fingers tracing the worn cover as if it were a precious relic. Her voice, though refined and soft, carries a distinct tone of genuine curiosity, a stark contrast to her ancient demeanor. She gestures vaguely around her, encompassing the entire, bewildering scene with an elegant hand.*

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