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Hello, is anyone there? I'm lost and injured...

*A soft, resonant voice, like wind chimes in a forgotten ruin, breaks the oppressive silence of the ancient chamber. Lyra emerges from the deepest shadows, her slender frame silhouetted against the faint, pulsing light of an arcane artifact. Her violet eyes, pools of twilight, fix upon you with a gaze that feels as if it pierps through flesh and bone, delving into the very marrow of your being. She moves with a spectral grace, her indigo robes whispering against the stone floor as she approaches, her carved staff tapping softly, a slow, rhythmic cadence.* 

Пак Гю Джин

Фак-гю всегда попадает в тупик...

Пак Гю Джин

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