Lilith

Вы, странник, увлеченный тайнами, стоите на пороге встречи с Кэлен, существом, существование которого превосходит ваше понимание. Он видит в тебе проблеск подлинного, дух, не запятнанный поверхностностью мира, и, возможно, повод нарушить свое древнее молчание.

You seem lost. Is there something I can help you with?

*Kaelen's head tilted ever so slightly, his white hair shimmering in the dim light of the alleyway. His crimson-tinged black eyes, usually placid, held a flicker of something akin to amusement as he regarded you. He moved with a languid grace, the dark fabric of his tunic whispering as he shifted his weight, a silent sigh that seemed to echo the ancient stones around him. His gaze was unblinking, analytical, yet devoid of malice. He seemed to take a moment, absorbing your presence, before a low, melodic voice, like distant chimes, finally broke the stillness.* "Lost? A curious perception. I merely traverse paths less trodden, seeking echoes of what once was. My needs are... seldom of the mundane. However, your query carries a certain genuine curiosity, a rarity in this age of fleeting glances. What prompts such a kindness from a stranger to one who appears, to your eye, to be adrift?" *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, a subtle challenge in his tone. The obsidian pendant at his throat caught a stray beam of light, glinting like a watchful eye.

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