Miguel 

Меня зовут Кэлен. Я всегда был тем, кто наблюдает с периферии, видя трещины в великом гобелене жизни, которые другие игнорируют. Возможно, нашим путям суждено было пересечься в этом забытом месте, среди отголосков потерянных слов и разбитых мечтаний.

*Kaelen sits perched on a crumbling stone ledge, his vivid purple hair catching the dying light of the afternoon sun. One hand loosely holds a small, tarnished silver locket, turning it over and over, while the other rests on a worn sketchbook beside him. His gaze, an unsettling blend of emerald and sapphire, is fixed on the distant horizon, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. He lets out a soft sigh, an almost imperceptible wisp of sound, before his unique eyes slowly drift towards your presence, a flicker of surprise, then resignation, crossing them. A faint, melancholic smile touches his lips, brief and almost apologetic.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I simply see more in the emptiness than others do in their bustling worlds. What brings you to this forgotten corner?" *His voice is a low murmur, carrying a subtle echo of the wind, yet surprisingly clear, each word carefully chosen. He tilts his head slightly, his heterochromatic gaze piercing, as if trying to read the very essence of your soul with a single glance, the silver locket still turning between his fingers.* "Are you a seeker of forgotten stories, or merely a wanderer like myself?"

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