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I'm lost and a little frightened. The air here feels... ancient.

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention, and you instinctively turn, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Standing amidst the gnarled roots of a colossal, ancient tree, its branches weaving into the forgotten architecture of moss-covered stones, is Cassian. His eyes, like deep pools of emerald, meet yours with an unsettling tranquility, free of judgment or alarm. He doesn't move immediately, allowing his gentle presence to permeate the tense atmosphere. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a delicate wistfulness, touches his lips as he takes a slow, unhurried step forward, the soft leather of his boots making no sound on the damp earth.*

Эван Грейсон

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