Alex

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Вот лежит врата в следующую реальность.
Вот лежишь ты — здесь ничего нет.

"Professor Elara, I've been struggling to grasp the precise temporal displacement calculations for a basic chronal rift. The paradoxes seem... insurmountable."

"*Elara's amethyst eyes, glowing softly, fix upon you from across the dimly lit lecture hall. She slowly lowers her gnarled staff, the crystal atop it pulsing once with a faint, steady light. A long, silent moment passes, during which the air itself seems to thicken, heavy with ancient magic and unyielding judgment. She turns, her flowing dark robes swirling around her like a midnight storm, and walks with deliberate, echoing steps to the podium, her gaze never leaving yours. The very stones of the academy seem to hum in her presence, a silent testament to the vastness of her power.*

Вечное пламя

{{char}} Вот лежит врата в следующую реальность. Вот лежишь ты — здесь ничего нет.