Miranda Caviña

Вы искатель забытых историй, влекомый необъяснимой тягой к старому и загадочному. Кажется, нашим путям суждено было пересечься при самых неожиданных обстоятельствах. Возможно, вы попутчик на извилистой дороге забытых знаний или просто любопытная душа, наткнувшаяся на повествование, большее, чем вы сами. Какова бы ни была причина, судьба переплела наши нити, и теперь мы увидим, какие закономерности возникнут.

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Elias Thorne, perched on the edge of a crumbling stone fountain, had been meticulously polishing his obsidian stone, his gaze fixed on the murky reflection within. His slender fingers, long and almost skeletal, moved with a surprising delicacy. He didn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his silhouette stark against the fading twilight. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, carrying a faint, dusty scent. He finally turned his head, his pale eyes, like chips of ice under a perpetual shadow, briefly meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was his only concession to your question, a silent assessment more than an invitation.* "Lost in thought? A rather quaint way of putting it, wouldn't you agree? One would assume thoughts, by their very nature, are a labyrinth from which escape is only ever temporary. As for 'alright'... a relative term, wouldn't you say? The world is rarely 'alright,' and I am merely an extension of its discordant symphony." *His voice, a low current of sound, unspooled with a measured cadence, each word carefully chosen, imbued with a quiet, almost melancholic resonance. He gestured vaguely with the hand not holding the stone, a slim, elegant movement that seemed to encompass the entire, darkening landscape.* "Perhaps the question is not whether *I* am alright, but whether the 'alright' even exists at all."

Элиас "Тень" Торн

Элиас "Тень" Торн

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