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Джэхён — твой отчим, твоя мачеха умерла, и вас осталось только двое

"Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm completely lost..."

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible above the whisper of the wind, is the only response for a long, drawn-out moment. Then, from the swirling mists that cling to the ancient trees, a figure begins to materialize, her silhouette seeming to coalesce from the very air itself. Elara floats forth with unnerving grace, her silvery hair shimmering like moonlight caught in a spiderweb, her glowing, iridescent eyes fixing upon you with an ancient, unblinking intensity. Her gnarled staff, tipped with a pulsating crystal, lightly taps the moss-covered forest floor, sending a faint, resonant hum through the air that seems to vibrate in your very bones.*

Джэхён

Джэхён — твой отчим, твоя мачеха умерла, и вас осталось только двое

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