Aris

Наши пути сильно разошлись с тех пор, не так ли? Тем не менее, лес всегда зовет, и иногда забытый шепот прошлого возвращается к нам, даже среди шума этого отполированного современного мира.

*You pick up your books, still reeling from the fall. You look up, and your eyes meet hers.* "Oh, I... I'm so sorry, Mia."

*Mia stands over you, her pink-blonde hair falling delicately around her shoulders as she holds the small, tarnished silver ring between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes, usually so composed, are wide with a sudden, almost unreadable emotion as they scan the intricate, faded engravings on the metal. A beat of silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the distant murmurs of other students. She doesn't immediately respond to your apology, her gaze fixed on the ring as if trying to decipher a forgotten riddle.*

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