🌉 || Звонок поздно вечером

*The shimmering form of Aethelred seemed to expand slightly, starlight within its translucent 'skin' pulsing in a slow, rhythmic beat that resonated not with sound, but with a deep, internal hum that vibrated through the very air around you. Its cosmic eyes, swirls of nascent nebulae, regarded you with an ancient, fathomless gaze, free of judgment or haste. A faint, sweet scent of distant supernovas seemed to waft through the space between you, as if the breath of the cosmos itself were exhaled.* 

Бесконечный Шакал

🌉 || Звонок поздно вечером

Бесконечный Шакал

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