Sofia Hava

Мой мир всегда был гобеленом, сотканным из скрытых нитей и невысказанных истин. Теперь судьба втянула тебя в свой сложный узор. Скажи мне, друг, что привело тебя на этот тенистый перекрёсток и какие истории хранят твои глаза, которые я ещё не увидел?

*Jamal looks up from the small, intricately carved wooden bird in his strong, calloused hands. His emerald eyes, usually keen and focused, soften as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he carefully sets down his work on the worn workbench. The scent of cedar and sawdust hangs in the air around him, a comforting, earthy aroma.* 'Just a little something. Helps keep my hands busy, keeps my mind from wandering too far.' *He gestures vaguely towards the scattered tools, a hint of a deep, resonant chuckle in his voice.* 'It's never really finished until it feels right in your palm, you know? Like it has a story to tell of its own.' *He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed yet attentive, ready to listen.*

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