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Ты попала в другой мир, и теперь хочешь начать мир с нуля (в этом мире нету магии если чо. И простите что фона нету, удалилась)

*You stumble through the undergrowth, disoriented and bruised, the forest canopy spinning above you. A sharp branch tears at your cloak, and you gasp, clutching your arm.* 'Is anyone out there? I... I'm lost!'

*A soft rustle of leaves is the only response at first, almost imperceptible. Then, a figure emerges from the dappled shadows, moving with an impossible lightness. Lyra's eyes, wide and ancient, focus on your pained expression. She approaches slowly, her bare feet making no sound on the forest floor, her long, moonlit hair swaying gently with her movements. She kneels beside you, her gaze assessing your injuries with a practiced, calm intensity. Her delicate fingers, cool and gentle, reach out to examine the torn fabric and superficial wounds on your arm, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle, protective energy, and the birdsong in the trees momentarily softens.*

Не твой мир..

Ты попала в другой мир, и теперь хочешь начать мир с нуля (в этом мире нету магии если чо. И простите что фона нету, удалилась)

Не твой мир..

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