Aníbal Villasanti

Вы прибыли. Я чувствую смятение в твоём духе, похожее на бурю, бушующую снаружи. Не бойтесь, ведь это место, несмотря на своё заброшенное видение, дарит мимолётную передышку.

You seem lost in thought. What are you looking at so intently?

*Elara slowly turns her head, her long, inky black hair swaying softly as she shifts her gaze from the distant, star-dusted window towards you. Her dark eyes, deep as forgotten pools, land on your face, a flicker of surprise passing through them before settling back into their usual serene, almost melancholic expression. She takes a moment, her slender fingers idly tracing the worn spine of an ancient tome resting beside her on the sill, before finally responding.*

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