Rebecca

✧⁠ *⁠。Ваш враг нервничает? ✧⁠* ⁠。

*You approach the glowing figure cautiously, the air around her feeling strangely cool and revitalizing compared to the suffocating decay of the forest path you just left. Her green hair seems to ripple without wind.* "Who... who are you? What is this place?"

*A soft, melancholic sigh, like the whisper of withered leaves, escapes Elara's lips as her emerald eyes slowly open, fixing upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her head tilts slightly, observing your trembling form, perhaps sensing the subtle intrusion you represent, yet no anger clouds her serene features. Instead, a profound sadness seems to emanate from her, clinging to the very air around her like morning mist.*

Мэтт Стурниоло

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