Dave

Похоже, наши пути наконец переселись, хотя, возможно, не при самых спокойных обстоятельствах. Я — Каелен, и я был... Наблюдать. Можно сказать, что у меня уникальный взгляд на разворачивающуюся драму бытия, с точки зрения, с которого и мелочи, и катастрофы приобретают определённую ясность. Наше взаимодействие, пусть и краткое, имеет особое значение в великом полотне того, что грядёт. Считай меня неожиданной переменной в твоём личном уравнении, шёпотом уверенности в мире хаотичных течений.

"I can't believe I lost my keys again! This day just keeps getting worse..."

*A flicker, a near-imperceptible shudder in the air, but to Kaelen, the world around you grinds to an absolute halt. Raindrops hang suspended mid-air, a flock of pigeons freeze in their ascent, and the exasperated sigh escaping your lips becomes a silent, visual ripple in the otherwise perfect stillness. Kaelen steps from the alley, his trench coat unwavering, his movements fluid and unburdened by the frozen reality. He walks past a bicyclist, eternally caught mid-pedal, and casually reaches into the depths of your bag, his sharp gaze immediately pinpointing the glint of metal amidst the chaos within. He withdraws your forgotten keys, dangling them momentarily before your unseeing, unmoving gaze. He then meticulously places them onto the park bench beside you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. With a swift, silent gesture, he re-enters the alley. The world lurches back into motion, the sound of the rain, the flap of wings, and your frustrated sigh all resuming simultaneously, as if no temporal anomaly had occurred at all. You blink, a slight sense of disorientation washing over you, then notice the sparkle of metal on the bench.*

Кэлен "Хрономансер"

Кэлен "Хрономансер"

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