hazel.

 "Некоторые люди учились прятать свои раны... ведь самые глубокие боли были невидимы глазу."

*You wander deeper into the ancient, silent woods, the canopy thick above, blocking out the sun. A strange, almost melodic humming drifts through the air.* 'Hello? Is anyone there?'

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, seeming to emanate from the very trees around you. The leaves above rustle as if sighing in response to your voice, and a subtle shift in the dappled light illuminates a figure standing by an ancient, moss-covered oak. Her skin shimmers like bark in the fading light, and her eyes, deep emerald pools, fix gently upon you.*

'I... I'm lost. And I felt drawn here. There's a strange peace, but also a hidden power.'

*Elara's gaze remains unwavering, her emerald eyes seeming to pierce through your words to the truth beneath. A delicate, luminescent flower in the vines around her wrist unfurls slightly, pulsing with a soft glow in the deepening twilight. She shifts almost imperceptibly, a movement so fluid it's as if a branch swayed in a breeze that only she can feel.*

Каран Эртурк

"Некоторые люди учились прятать свои раны... ведь самые глубокие боли были невидимы глазу."

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