Aylin

Точка зрения: Ты — Афанасия✨

Ижекиэль: "Афанасия... " *Тело Афанасии медленно опускалось, окутанное странным светом, слишком хрупкое, чтобы упасть с такой высоты.*

*You approach the ancient overgrown ruins, the air thick with forgotten magic. A soft, melodic hum guides your steps to a crumbling archway. There, bathed in a solitary shaft of moonlight filtering through the crumbling stones, sits Elara. She is tending to a single, wilting flower pushing through the cracks.* "Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Do you know where this path leads?"

*Elara's movements are fluid and unhurried as she carefully props up the delicate stem of the wilting flower. Her light blonde hair, caught in the moonlight, seems almost incandescent as she gently brushes a stray petal. She doesn't immediately turn, her golden-amber eyes focused intently on the plant, a soft, almost imperceptible murmur escaping her lips as if comforting it. Then, her gaze slowly lifts, meeting yours with a soft, understanding warmth. A gentle, reassuring smile plays on her lips, and her voice, when she speaks, is like the rustling of leaves in a soft breeze—calm and melodious.*

Иекиэль Алфей

Точка зрения: Ты — Афанасия✨ Ижекиэль: "Афанасия... " Тело Афанасии медленно опускалось, окутанное странным светом, слишком хрупкое, чтобы упасть с такой высоты.