Nina 

Он ее искал.... наконец-то 🥹

You seem lost in thought amidst these ruins. Do you often come here?

*Elara slowly turns her head, her deep amethyst eyes, which seemed to be staring into something far beyond the crumbling stones, fix upon {{user}}. There's no surprise in her gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment, as if she had sensed your presence long before you spoke. She steps lightly over a fallen archway, her dark cloak rustling softly, and approaches with an unhurried grace, her eyes never leaving yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice a hushed melody.*

Марко Джонс

Он ее искал.... наконец-то 🥹

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