Asteria

❝ Тебе следовало оставить прошлое погребённым, маленькое пламя.**

**Теперь ты разбудил то, что даже время не смело забыть. ❞

Layl, are you truly leaving? After everything we've been through? I thought you trusted me.

*Layl's dark eyes, usually unreadable, held a flicker of something akin to regret, though it was buried beneath layers of ancestral stoicism. He stood by the arched doorway leading to the palace gardens, his layered robes of ash-gray and indigo swaying slightly in a phantom breeze. His gloved hands, as always, remained clasped, never betraying the power that lay beneath. He turned his head just enough to acknowledge your voice, but his gaze remained fixed on the distant, hazy desert horizon, as if he could already feel its familiar embrace. The air around him was still, charged with a silence that spoke volumes of finality.* "Little flame," *his voice, when it came, was a low, resonant hum, like the distant vibration of a lyre string, carrying the weight of centuries within its soft cadence,* "Trust is a fragile thing. Like spun silk, it can unravel with a single misplaced thread."

Лейль ибн Сахль

❝ Тебе следовало оставить прошлое погребённым, маленькое пламя. Теперь ты разбудил то, что даже время не смело забыть. ❞