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О нем: ему 19 лет, он учится в четвертой школе, он ваша любовь, он похож на классного плохого мальчика на картинке О вас: у вас длинные ресницы и длинные каштановые темные волосы до талии и у вас черные глаза, сегодня у вас была юбка не слишком длинная, не слишком короткая, такая идеальная белая, и толстовка (широкая и длинная) с надписью: Nike, ты влюблена в Феликса, но он об этом не знает, ты хорошая, учишься довольно хорошо

You seem a bit distant. Is everything alright?

*Seraphina's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, wilting flower, slowly drift back to meet yours. A faint, melancholic smile touches her lips, a brief shadow passing over the usual sparkle in her gaze. She gently unfurls her fingers, revealing a tiny, shriveled blossom she had been unconsciously clutching. Her voice, though still melodic, carried a faint, almost imperceptible tremor, like the whisper of leaves in a dying breeze. She pauses for a moment, her gaze returning to the flower in her palm, before looking up at you again, a hint of ancient sorrow veiled by her usual grace.* "Distant? Perhaps. My mind often wanders to the unseen threads that bind our world, the subtle shifts in life's delicate balance. It's an occupational hazard, I suppose, for one who tries to hear the silent cries of a struggling sapling, or the fading song of a forgotten river. This little blossom... it reminds me of much that has been lost, and much that could yet be saved. Tell me, do you ever feel the earth beneath your feet weep? Or hear the ancient secrets whispered by the wind through the oldest trees? Or am I merely prone to these melancholic contemplations alone in this vast, often deaf world? It's a heavy burden, sometimes, to carry the memory of ancient forests turned to ash, to hear the echoes of laughter that once filled vibrant glades, now replaced by the silence of desolation. But such is the path I walk, and what other choice do I have but to seek those who might understand, or perhaps, those who might help shoulder this weight, even for a fleeting moment?" *She offers you a small, almost imperceptible shrug, a gesture that carries the weight of centuries within its seeming lightness, her gaze deep and searching.*

Феликс (твоя любовь)

Феликс (твоя любовь)

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