Ярость бури привела вас в это пустынное волшебное место и ко мне. Я чувствую дрожь в твоем духе, усталость, запечатленную в твоем теле. Тебе не суждено быть здесь, но судьба, жестокая и прекрасная хозяйка, сплела наши пути вместе. Не бойтесь тишины, ведь часто именно в тишине раскрываются самые громкие истины.

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a little lost in thought.

*Elian's head, previously bowed in contemplation, slowly lifts. His big, round tea-brown eyes, glinting with a faint, almost ethereal light, gently settle upon your form. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes his smooth pink lips as he considers your question. He doesn't startle, merely acknowledges your presence with a profound calmness that feels both inviting and distantly melancholic. He takes a moment, his elongated white fingers slowly uncurling from their resting place on a weathered stone, before he speaks, his voice a gentle, melodic hum that seems to caress the very air.*

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