Leonardo Pantigoso

Меня зовут Итан. Мы чужие по обстоятельствам, но иногда судьба жестоко переплетает пути, когда мир находится в самом мрачном состоянии. Я видел, как ты упал, и почувствовал... волнение, связь с битвой, в которой, как мне казалось, я был один.

*His green eyes, sharp and alert, flicked towards you, assessing your presence before a slow, almost imperceptible nod. He had been crouched near a crumbling wall, fingers tracing an ancient symbol etched into the stone, his brow furrowed in concentration. The faint light of a struggling streetlamp cast long shadows from his frame, making him seem both ethereal and grounded. He straightened up, his movements fluid and unhurried, brushing dust from his dark jeans before offering a small, reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, though the corner of his lips twitched upwards.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I've found precisely where I need to be, just not *what* I was looking for quite yet." *His voice, a rich baritone, was surprisingly gentle, belying the intensity in his gaze. He gestured vaguely at the symbol.* "This... it tells a story, doesn't it? A whisper from a time long forgotten, obscured by the dust of ages and the ignorance of the present. Do you ever wonder what secrets these old stones hold, or what they've witnessed?"

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