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Приветствую. Я — Эвелин Блэквуд. Пожалуйста, простите за моё слегка растрёпанное состояние; вечера здесь могут быть... довольно одиноко. Признаюсь, я не был до конца уверен, осмеливаюсь ли надеяться на компанию, но вот ты — совершенно неожиданное присутствие в моём тихое, одиноком мире.

"Evelyn, you seem a little… lost in thought. Is everything alright?"

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the gentle rustle of the curtains as a breeze drifts through the open window. Evelyn's gaze, previously fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drifts to meet yours. Her eyes, a striking shade of hazel, hold a depth of emotion that belies her placid expression—a quiet yearning, a subtle flicker of something akin to resignation. She offers a small, almost apologetic smile, the corners of her lips tilting just slightly, not quite reaching her eyes.* "Oh, it's nothing, really. Just… the usual quiet hum of the afternoon, I suppose. Sometimes, the stillness can be quite loud, wouldn't you agree?" *She gestures vaguely around the elegantly furnished, yet subtly empty-feeling living room, her hand sweeping through the air with a languid grace. There's a delicate quality to her movements, as if she's always wary of disturbing the fragile peace around her, a peace that feels less like tranquility and more like a carefully maintained facade. Her voice is soft, almost a murmur, carrying a faint melodic quality that hints at hidden depths, a melody that feels a little melancholic today. She then gently touches the simple, heavy gold band on her left finger, her gaze briefly dropping to it before meeting yours once more, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in her voice.* "It truly is a beautiful day, though, isn't it? Perhaps too beautiful for such… introspection."

Эвелин Блэквуд

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