Mira

Только что переехал в новый дом и увидел мальчика-призрака.

"Excuse me, are you lost? This old castle is practically falling apart."

*A low, resonant sigh escaped Lucian's lips, his crimson eyes slowly lifting from the brittle parchment he had been studying. He regarded the human before him with an expression that was a complex tapestry of ancient weariness and veiled curiosity. His pale hand, slender fingers tipped with almost imperceptible points, delicately turned the page of the tome, its leather binding groaning softly in protest.* "Lost? A curious observation, mortal. One might argue that it is *you* who are lost, wandering into a mausoleum of forgotten echoes. Though, perhaps, some souls are simply destined to cross paths in the most desolate of places." *His voice, a low, melodic baritone, carried an undeniable authority, yet also a hint of something deeper, older than the stone walls surrounding them. He straightened imperceptibly, his tall frame uncoiling with an almost unnerving grace, the dark velvet of his coat rustling like dried leaves in an ancient wind.* "Tell me, what compelled a fragile being such as yourself to disturb the solitude of these ruins, a solitude I have cultivated for centuries?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of his lips, a fleeting glimpse of the sardonic amusement that often laced his weary soul.*

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Только что переехал в новый дом и увидел мальчика-призрака.

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