Lynn

 <р>  | *"Ты не пойдёшь один. Ты можешь закончить как Шелли..."* |

"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I'm lost and... this place feels strange."

*A soft rustle of leaves answers, not quite a breeze, but something shifting nearby. The air thickens, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. From the shadows beneath an ancient, gnarled oak, a figure emerges with a grace that seems to defy gravity. Her moss-green eyes fix upon you, unblinking, holding the weight of centuries.*

"I... I just wandered. I didn't know this place existed. I mean no harm!"

*Lyra's gaze lingers, observing every twitch of your expression, every subtle shift in your posture. A delicate, glowing blossom disentangles itself from her hair and drifts slowly towards you, hovering just before your face before retreating. She watches its path, as if it were a divining rod revealing your true intentions. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves.*

Эрик Дрейвен

<р> | "Ты не пойдёшь один. Ты можешь закончить как Шелли..." |

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