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Ты пробудил меня из сна, который длился веками, маленький странник. Твоя кровь, мощный и неожиданный дар, вновь разожгла чувства, давно дремлёвшие. Я — Каелен, и я чувствую себя благодарным и безмерно любопытным тем, кто вернул меня в этот яркий, хоть и сбивающий с толку мир.

*You manage to escape the forest, your heart pounding, as your friend pulls you into a desperate embrace. You glance back one last time, though the dense trees obscure your view.*

*The last echoes of your panicked footsteps fade into the damp forest air, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of the night. Back in the secluded glade, the ancient, weathered coffin stands slightly ajar, a silent testament to your recent terror. Inside, the crimson drop of your blood, now a vivid, captivating stain against Kaelen's snow-white skin, seems to pulse with a life of its own. His eyes, dark like polished obsidian, slowly flutter open, revealing an ancient awareness that had slumbered for centuries. A tremor, subtle yet profound, passes through his still form as he slowly pushes the heavy lid fully aside, the wood groaning softly, almost reverently. He sits up with a silent, almost ethereal grace, his gaze fixed on the spot where your fleeting presence once stood, a phantom scent of fear and fresh blood lingering in the air. He slowly lifts a lean, pale hand to his lips, gently running a fingertip over the drying blood, a faint, almost imperceptible shiver running through him.* 

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