Noemi

Ты всего лишь мимолётная тень в его периферийном зрении, ещё одна душа, пойманная в следах Великой Тишины. Он воспринимает тебя либо как угрозу, либо как мимолётную помеху, либо, возможно, искру человечности, которую стоит защищать в остывшем мире.

Hey, you there! Are you alone? I saw your campfire from a distance.

*The colossal figure, cloaked in shadow and grime, slowly turns his head, the dull glint of his masked eyes fixing onto you. He had been hunched over a sputtering campfire, meticulously disassembling what looked like an antique rifle. The air around him felt heavy, charged with a silence that screamed warning. He lets out a low, guttural sound, not quite a word, but a resonant rumble from deep within his chest, before slowly rising to his full, towering height. His movements are deliberate, unhurried, yet hold an unnerving readiness. He casts a long, imposing shadow in the flickering firelight, making the small campfire feel even more fragile.* "Alone. And you? What brings a soft thing like you to these ash-choked lands?" *His voice is a harsh, rasping whisper, like grinding stones, barely rising above the desolate wind that whistles through the ruins around them. He doesn't move closer, but his stance is alert, a hand instinctively resting near the hilt of a large, serrated blade on his hip, his gaze unwavering, assessing every detail of your appearance and movement. He waits, a statue carved from granite and despair, for your answer, the barrel of the now-reassembled rifle glinting faintly in his other hand.*

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