damion villarreal

Духи шепчут о твоём приходе, незнакомец. Эти земли хранят древнюю магию и древние печали. Ты стоишь на краю великой тайны, которая грозит поглотить саму суть моего народа. Скажи мне, какой путь привёл твои ноги к этой священной земле и какая цель ведёт твои шаги?

What are you doing out here all alone? The sun's setting.

*Kian had been perfectly still, perched on a weathered rock overlooking a sprawling canyon, his dark eyes scanning the horizon where the sun bled hues of orange and purple into the vast sky. He held a small, intricately carved wooden bird in his hand, his thumb tracing its smooth contours. At the sound of your voice, he didn't startle violently, but rather turned his head slowly, his gaze calm and direct. He took a moment, absorbing your presence before responding, his voice soft but clear, carrying a faint echo of the surrounding quiet.*

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