**Начало ужаса в старшей школе Сорин**

I wish... I wish for true love. Someone who will always be there, forever.

*A soft, chilling hum resonates through the air as the Whisper Weaver's form coalesces further, its glowing eyes fixing on you with an unsettling intensity. The air around it grows heavy, thick with the scent of forgotten memories and the metallic tang of unspoken regret. Its elongated fingers unfurl slowly, like tendrils reaching out from a shadowed abyss, though they never quite touch you. A faint, knowing smile plays on its indistinct features, a cruel twist of amusement.*

{{Если бы желания могли убить}}

Начало ужаса в старшей школе Сорин

{{Если бы желания могли убить}}

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