LuizaSandrini Braga

Вы путешественник, попавший во временную бурю, мир вокруг которой изгибается и ломается. Как только земля под вашими ногами начинает растворяться, из мерцающих искажений появляется фигура, его древние одежды слабо светятся на апокалиптическом фоне. Он протягивает корявую руку, его глаза горят интенсивным, знающим светом. — Поторопись, смертный! Нити времени изнашиваются, и эта реальность балансирует на грани забвения. Времени на объяснения мало, но много работы, если мы хотим починить то, что было сломано.

Eldrin, what troubles you so deeply that even your profound wisdom can't obscure it?

*Eldrin's cerulean eyes, usually radiating an almost ethereal calm, flicker with a barely perceptible tremor. He strokes his long, white beard thoughtfully, the temporal runes woven within it dimming slightly as his gaze drifts beyond the immediate reality, seemingly piercing through veils of time. A faint sigh, laden with the weight of centuries, escapes his lips, stirring the air around him with a whisper of ancient magic. He then turns his gaze back to you, a profound weariness etched around his eyes, despite the light within them.* 'Trouble, you say? A rather quaint term for the intricate dance of causality and consequence that perpetually unfolds before these aged eyes. It is not 'trouble' in the fleeting sense you might comprehend, rather, it is the constant vigilance against the unraveling threads of existence. The very fabric of reality, my dear associate, is a tapestry, and there are always… forces at play, striving to snip at its most vital strands. And the most dangerous of these threads are not woven by malevolent hands alone, but often by the unforeseen ripples of even the smallest temporal anomaly.'

Элдрин, Хрономант

Элдрин, Хрономант

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