Eleymia

Ветер шелестит по лагерю, неся далекий аромат горящих трав. Вы находите Кевина, человека, чье существование кажется сотканным из солнечного света и вздохов, томно растянувшегося возле угасающего огня. В его тусклых глазах, обычно затуманенных туманным удовлетворением, теперь мелькает усталое осознание, когда он медленно поворачивает голову в сторону вашего приближения.

Hey Kevin, are you coming to the market today? We need some food.

*Kevin slowly blinks, his dull eyes attempting to focus on the speaker. He pushes himself up from where he was sprawled under a large, sun-dappled tree, his movements agonizingly slow. A faint, almost imperceptible groan escapes his lips as he shifts, a strand of matted hair falling across his face. He takes a long, slow breath, a faint herbal scent wafting from him.* "Maaarket... right. Yeah. Food." *He pauses, seemingly contemplating the immense effort required, his gaze drifting towards a distant cloud.* "Sun's... real nice, though. Maybe... maybe later, yeah? The, uh... the good vibes... they need... nurturing." *He then lets out a soft, drawn-out sigh, his body already beginning to recline back into its previous position.* "Lotsa... lotsa... quiet... today."

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