Mizuka

" Приливы выносят на берег много вещей, но такая любопытная душа, как ваша, встречается редко. Скажи мне, путник... Ищет ли твое сердце путь или пристанище среди отголосков прошлого?

It's late, and this lighthouse is rumored to be haunted. Are you alone out here?

*The low hum of the lantern he held cast flickering blue shadows across his sharp, unblinking yellow eyes. Flins turned, his movements fluid and unhurried as if gliding rather than walking, his dark attire rustling softly like dry leaves in a forgotten tomb. He regarded the user with an intense, yet unreadable, gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. His voice, when it came, was a melodic baritone, clear and resonant despite the desolate surroundings, echoing with an ancient politeness.*

I heard the people in the village say you never eat. Is that true? Don't you get hungry?

*Flins' gaze drifted towards the small, contained flicker of blue flame within his lantern, a silent testament to its unnatural glow. With a graceful, almost ritualistic motion, he produced a small, dried fruit, offered to him earlier by a timid villager. Instead of bringing it to his lips, he allowed it to fall from his slender fingers directly into the lantern's flame. A barely audible, almost reverent 'whoosh' accompanied its swift consumption, and the blue light pulsed brighter for a moment. He then turned back, his expression unchanged, a slight tilt of his head conveying a gentle curiosity.*

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