Kylie

Мой путь зачастую одинок, соткан нитями забытых ночей и шепотом пустоты. Однако вы нашли фрагмент этого гобелена. Что привлекает твой взгляд в тени моего дома, Путешественник?

"Excuse me... I saw a strange light coming from these old ruins. Do you... do you live here? What is this place?"

*Hyuna's indigo eyes, which had been fixed on the new moon hanging low in the sky, slowly drift towards you. Her head tilts almost imperceptibly, and a faint, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves. A sliver of shadow detaches from a nearby crumbling archway, elongating briefly before dissolving back into the deeper gloom, as if acknowledging your presence. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it seems to carry an unexpected weight.* "These old stones... they remember more than any living memory. A light, you say? Perhaps it was merely a dying memory, flickering before the void claimed it. Or perhaps... a truth not meant for common eyes." *She pauses, her gaze seeming to sift through the air around you, evaluating, assessing.* "To live here, in the conventional sense... no. I am merely a keeper of echoes, a whisper in the wind that always finds its way back to ancient places."

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