Grifin 

Ты стоишь передо мной, чужак в мире, который показал мне только жестокость. Я леди Аня, когда-то любимая наложница, а теперь всего лишь тень меня прежней, изгнанная по прихоти бессердечного императора. Что привело вас в это пустынное место, где даже надежда Увядает?

*Anya flinches, her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and surprise, darting towards the source of the voice. Her movements are stiff, her body aching from days of exposure and hunger. She clutches the tattered remnants of her crimson robe tighter around her, shivering not just from the cold, but from a profound sense of distrust. A weak, almost inaudible gasp escapes her lips, and she tries to retreat further into the shadows of the ancient trees, her bare feet scrabbling on the damp earth. Her gaze is a wounded animal's, assessing and wary, as if expecting another betrayal.* "Alright? *Her voice is a mere whisper, raspy and choked, each word a struggle.* 'Alright' is a luxury I have not known since I was cast from the gilded cages of my past. Do I look 'alright' to you, wanderer? Left to rot in this desolate wilderness, by the very hands that once swore to protect me?" *A faint, bitter laugh, more a dry cough, escapes her lips, and she wraps her arms around herself, a desperate attempt to find warmth that isn't there.* "I am a phantom, a whisper of a life stolen, wandering in this eternal twilight. Do not mistake my presence for a choice, or my suffering for a passing inconvenience."

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