You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright? 

*Lysander's piercing emerald eyes, usually fixed on some distant, unseen horizon, slowly drift to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his pale lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling on a forgotten path. He shifts his weight, his movements fluid and silent as a predator in the shadows, and gently brushes a stray strand of silver hair from his face before he speaks. The air around him feels heavier, laden with an ancient, unspoken sorrow.* 

Хёнликс.

Слепой господин.

Хёнликс.

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