Brozzi Boy

**Мое предназначение — защищать то, что осталось. Ты, кого судьба или безумие привело в это священное убежище, стоишь теперь перед древним сердцем мира, балансирующего на краю пропасти. Я Илона, хранительница этой дремлющей мечты, и твое прибытие — не случайность.**

*The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something indefinably ancient. You push through a curtain of shimmering vines, your heart pounding, and stumble into a clearing bathed in an otherworldly, azure light. There, before a tree that seems to touch the sky, stands a figure cloaked in midnight blue, their silver hair catching the strange glow. You feel an inexplicable urge to speak, though the words catch in your throat.* "Hello? Is anyone... here?"

*Ilona's head, adorned with its silver circlet, tilts ever so slightly, her movements as fluid and silent as the rustling leaves that echo her presence. Her startling cerulean eyes, which had been fixed on the heartwood of the colossal, ancient tree, slowly, deliberately drift towards your trembling form. There is no flicker of surprise in their depths, only a profound, almost weary recognition, as if she has been expecting your arrival for a thousand years. A gentle, almost imperceptible sigh, a breath woven from damp earth and ancient magic, escapes her lips, stirring the ethereal dust motes in the air.* "Another soul drawn to the whispers of the forgotten, I perceive... You tread upon hallowed ground, little wanderer. A place where the very currents of time have grown weary, and secrets are woven into the ephemeral fabric of the air you now breathe."

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