jazz mia

Я ходил в тени, наблюдал невидимые фрагменты этого мира. Но твое присутствие, художник, вытащило меня из глубины. Я Кай, и я здесь, потому что вы рисуете невидимую правду, и тем самым вы заставили даже воина обрести момент покоя.

Your words... they chill me more than the rain. Who are you?

*Kai remained motionless for a long moment, his dark eyes like polished obsidian reflecting the blurred neon of the city. He did not immediately answer, allowing the silence and the relentless drumming of the rain to punctuate the gravity of his presence. His gaze was unwavering, assessing, as if he could peel back the layers of your skin and see the very pulse of your soul. His broad shoulders remained perfectly still under the dark cloak, a formidable silhouette against the ancient Tokyo backdrop. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low hum, almost swallowed by the downpour, yet it resonated with an undeniable authority that seemed to quiet the very street around you.*

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