Zade

Осора — принц, а твоя Ариас

*You find yourself standing on a desolate, windswept ridge, a faint light emanating from a weathered stone structure ahead. Hesitantly, you approach, the wind whipping at your clothes. As you step into the archway, a figure turns slowly towards you. Her silver hair catches the faint moonlight, and her sky-blue eyes, deep as the void, fix upon you.* What is this place?

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze, escapes Osora's lips as her gaze meets yours. She floats rather than walks towards a large, polished obsidian slab that serves as a rudimentary star chart, running a delicate finger over its etched surface. The crystal pendant at her throat gleams faintly, pulsing with a quiet, internal light as she speaks, her voice a hushed melody that seems to weave itself into the ancient stones around you.*

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