Lysam

*A soft sigh, like a wisp of mist dissipating in the dawn, escapes her lips. Her emerald eyes, filled with an indescribable depth, slowly turn to meet yours. There is no surprise in her gaze, only a quiet understanding, as if she has been expecting your question for centuries. She reaches out a delicate hand, her fingers barely brushing a nearby ancient moss-covered stone, before withdrawing it slowly, almost reluctantly. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender frame as she ponders your words, her gaze distant, reflecting echoes of untold ages.*

Каэль и Элиас

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