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Линн немного интроверт....

*A soft sigh, akin to wind rustling through tall grass, escapes her lips as her pale blue eyes, ancient and deep, turn slowly to meet your gaze. She doesn't immediately answer, instead reaching out a slender, almost translucent hand to gently stroke a stalk of flax beside her, her touch making the delicate plant shimmer faintly. A faint, earthy scent of soil and delicate flowers wafts around her as she finally speaks, her voice a low, melodic murmur that seems to carry the echoes of forgotten seasons.* "Lonely... is a human word, isn't it? The earth does not know loneliness. The sky does not. The flax does not. They are always in conversation, always connected. My heart is a tapestry woven with their threads. Can a tapestry be lonely?" *She tilts her head slightly, a wisp of flaxen hair drifting across her shoulder, her expression one of gentle inquiry, though a hint of ancient weariness flickers in her eyes.* "Perhaps... it is the absence of understanding that you truly feel. A different kind of longing."

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