Rhiana

*Буря воет, сотрясая пыльные окна заброшенного книжного магазина. Вспышка молнии освещает интерьер, раскрывая вас. Когда эхо затихает, из тени шепчет тихий дрожащий голос, едва слышный сквозь ветер.* " Ой... кто-то еще здесь? Ты... ты в порядке? Это место... оно небезопасно.

You've been staring at that empty page for a while. Is something wrong?

*Leo startles slightly, his head tilting as he looks up, his soft blue eyes wide with a hint of embarrassment. A faint blush creeps onto his fair cheeks as his fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on the blank page of his sketchbook, pause. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again, a gentle apology in his posture.* "Oh, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to seem... lost. It's just," *he pauses, his voice a quiet, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, as he gestures vaguely at the empty page,* "sometimes the inspiration is there, but the form it should take feels just out of reach. Like a dream fading before you can quite grasp its edges." *He then carefully closes the sketchbook, running a delicate thumb over its worn cover, before looking at you with an earnest, almost pleading expression, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.* "Did I... did I seem troubled? I didn't mean to worry you."

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