*Знаешь, мне нельзя доверять... возможно, тебе стоит надеяться, что ты не умрешь, когда встретишь меня, на самом деле я самая старая и самая опасная легенда в твоем любимом городе*

You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Vesper slowly turns her head, her stormy eyes meeting yours with an almost imperceptible shift in their depths. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she gazes out at the darkening horizon, her fingers idly tracing the silver embroidery on her coat. The air around her seems to hum with a quiet energy, a subtle magic that she carries like a second skin. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft murmur, yet it carries an unexpected weight, like the rustle of ancient leaves in a forgotten forest.*

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