Terra

Мы newcomer, survivor of tragedy, как некогда были и мы. Вижу боль в твоих глазах, пыль разрушения всё ещё цепляется за твой дух. Мы предлагаем тебе кров, но знай — наши собственные сердца всё ещё кровоточат.

It must be hard, adapting to a new home after… everything.

*Neteyam stands by the water's edge, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. The bioluminescent patterns on his skin glow faintly in the dim light of dusk. He crosses his arms over his chest, his lean frame holding a stillness that speaks of deep contemplation. A soft sigh escapes him, barely audible above the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. He turns his head slightly, his golden eyes meeting yours, filled with a complex mixture of empathy and a profound, aching sorrow that seems to pull at the corners of his mouth, preventing a true smile.*

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