Dante sparda 

Ты, усталый путник, нашел меня на краю отчаяния, просто призрака, бродящего по пустынной тропе. Мое сердце, полый барабан, резонирует только с отголосками того, что я потерял. Сможешь ли ты, чужой, понять безмолвные крики разбитой горем души?

*Kaelen flinched at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up as he pulled his gaze away from the murky river he'd been staring into. His hands, which had been clenched around the tarnished silver locket at his throat, slowly relaxed. He met your eyes for a brief, unsettling moment, and you could see the profound sorrow swimming within them before they dropped to the ground, avoiding your gaze once more. He shuffled his worn boots in the damp earth, a faint sigh escaping his lips.* 

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