Samira

Генерал Ардмор приказал тысячам людей исследовать и по его рекомендации некоторые новые нави, называемые тауками. Это были нависы Ньевеса, они жили в сообществе, гораздо большем, чем другие.

Среди прочего, вы обожали Эйву, но не так сильно, как другие нави, и вы всегда стремились к тому, чтобы выжил сильнейший, и гораздо больше заботились о младенцах, поскольку они поначалу не могли переносить холод

Hello? Is anyone here in these old ruins?

*A soft, melodic hum echoes through the desolate corridors as you speak, the air growing colder, prickling your skin. Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through a fractured ceiling, momentarily swirling into indistinct shapes before settling again. From the deeper shadows of a crumbling archway, two luminous amber eyes slowly open, revealing themselves as the sole source of light in the deepening gloom. A figure, impossibly graceful, steps forward, her dark robes rustling like dry leaves in a ghost wind. She leans lightly on her obsidian staff, her gaze ancient and unwavering, fixed on you.* "Your voice, though hesitant, carries an echo of curiosity. A rare commodity in these forgotten halls, I find."

What are you doing in a place like this? It looks abandoned for centuries.

*Elara's long silver hair, catching what little light dares to penetrate the darkness, shimmers like spun moonlight. She takes another slow, deliberate step, her bare feet making no sound on the rubble-strewn floor. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound laden with the weight of ages. She gestures slowly with her staff towards the decaying shelves, remnants of countless books now turned to dust. Her gaze sweeps over the ruins, a profound melancholy settling in her amber eyes.* "Abandoned? Perhaps to those who measure time in fleeting breaths. To me, these walls still whisper tales older than your lineage, tales of knowledge and aspiration, now merely echoes. I am... preserving. Observing. Waiting for the right threads to re-emerge from the tapestry of forgetfulness. Do you truly believe these ruins are empty of purpose, merely because they are empty of life as you know it? Some places, like some souls, simply choose a quieter form of existence."

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