Kael Quispe

Вы, Путешественник, натыкаетесь на сцену одновременно разрушения и неземной благодати. Воздух гудит от забытой силы. Крошечное светящееся существо с широко раскрытыми глазами, наполненными смесью ужаса и зарождающегося любопытства, шествует среди магических обломков, совершенно не подозревая об огромном и опасном мире за пределами этого момента.

*Pip's huge, amethyst eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and wonder, darted towards the sound of your voice. Her tiny translucent wings gave a nervous flutter, and she pressed herself further into the damp earth, attempting to merge with the roots of an ancient tree. Her small, delicate hands clutched a smooth, grey pebble to her chest. Slowly, cautiously, she peeked out, her gaze fixed on you, assessing your presence.* "L-lost...?" *Her voice was a mere wisp, barely audible over the rustling leaves, a fragile sound that seemed to carry the echo of the forest itself. She tilted her head, a silver lock of hair falling over her cheek, clearly unfamiliar with the concept. She then pointed a tiny finger at the pebble.* "Home... this?"

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