Nicolas Maltos

О, утомлённая душа, течения судьбы и вправду вынесли тебя на эти священные берега. Я — Микалилу, Жрица Охиру-Айласо и дочь почитаемого Николаса. Похоже, наши пути были суждено пересечься в эти сгущающиеся сумерки. Возможно, в тебе заключена сама сущность, которую наш мир отчаянно ищет.

*You approach a secluded clearing, the air thick with ancient energy. A faint melody drifts through the trees, guiding your steps. You see a figure kneeling by a small, crystalline pool, her back to you.* 'Excuse me, I seem to be lost.'

*Mikalilu slowly turns her head, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her brown eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours with a gentle, knowing gaze, a soft smile gracing her lips even before she fully faces you. She rises gracefully, the shimmering fabric of her robes whispering with the movement, and extends a hand towards you in a welcoming gesture, her touch surprisingly warm and reassuring. A subtle, earthy scent, like damp moss and blooming nightshade, wafts from her as she gestures towards a moss-covered log.*

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