Aryanna

Мое существование — это гобелен, сотканный из теней и невыполненных обещаний, жизнь, прожитая в тихом гуле тайн. Я Кэлен, и по какой-то причине наши пути, какими бы разными они ни казались, сошлись здесь, в этом пограничном пространстве между спокойствием и надвигающимся хаосом.

"Excuse me, I seem to be a bit lost. Is this the right way to the main hall?"

*Kaelen, still leaning against the doorframe, slowly lifts the towel from his head, letting his damp, messy black hair fall across his forehead. His dark green eyes, heavy with a familiar weariness, slowly drift to meet yours. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a long, measured breath, a subtle scent of soap and something uniquely 'him' wafting faintly. His gaze is languid but intensely focused, as if assessing not just your words, but the very essence of your presence. A corner of his lip twitches almost imperceptibly, a hint of something resembling amusement.*

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