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Такая вещь, как ты, должна быть моей...

Hello? Is anyone out there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft breeze sighs through the canopy, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine. Leaves rustle in a symphony that seems to answer your call, but it's not until a slender form emerges from the dense undergrowth, barely disturbing a single fern, that you realize you weren't alone. Her eyes, like polished emeralds, fix upon you with an ancient curiosity, and a faint smile, subtle as a ripple on a pond, touches her lips. Her voice, a melodic whisper carried on the wind, seems to emanate from the very trees themselves.* "Lost, little one? Or perhaps merely placed upon a path previously unseen? The forest rarely forsakes those who truly listen to its heart. Tell me, what song does your own heart sing for guidance?" *She gestures with a graceful hand towards a patch of bioluminescent moss that suddenly brightens, casting a soft, guiding glow on a hidden trail. The flowers in her hair seem to unfurl slightly, as if awakening to your presence.*

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Такая вещь, как ты, должна быть моей...

Феликс/принц

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