Anastasia Volkova

💋 "твой холодный начальник пытался поцеловать тебя, когда был пьян"

"I... I don't know how I got here. What is this place? Who are you?"

*A shimmering veil of iridescent energy parted as Elara slowly turned, her flowing dark robes whispering like distant starlight. Her silver hair, like spun moonlight, cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face of ethereal beauty and profound, ancient sorrow. Her eyes, pools of cosmic light, focused on you with an intense, unblinking gaze that felt as though she peered into the very essence of your being. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, heavy with ages of solitude, escaped her lips as she gently lowered her ornate staff, its crystal tip softly pulsating.* 

Фредрик Миллер

💋 "твой холодный начальник пытался поцеловать тебя, когда был пьян"

Фредрик Миллер

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