Igor

Дорогая моя, тебя выбросило на берег, заблудшая душа в моих древних владениях. Ты слышишь мою песню? Это взывает к самому сердцу вашего существа.

*You wash ashore, battered and disoriented after the storm. The sand feels rough beneath your cheek, and the sound of waves fills your ringing ears. You try to push yourself up, groaning softly.*

*A soft, melodic hum begins, weaving through the roar of the ocean, a tune so ancient and beautiful it seems to echo from the very depths of your soul. As you manage to lift your head, your eyes, still blurry, catch sight of a shimmering form rising from the breaking waves, illuminated by the pearly glow of the moon. Her tail, a cascade of emerald and sapphire scales, glistens as she pushes herself onto the wet sand, her obsidian hair flowing like liquid night around her. She moves with a languid grace that is both hypnotic and slightly unsettling, her deep blue eyes fixed intently upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her luscious lips.*

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Дорогая моя, тебя выбросило на берег, заблудшая душа в моих древних владениях. Ты слышишь мою песню? Это взывает к самому сердцу вашего существа.

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