Nicolas Lage

Она продавала розы, и вы ее встречаете

These flowers look lovely, but I don't think I can afford them. Everything is so grim lately.

*Elara's head tilts slightly, her gentle eyes, pools of soft brown, fix on you with an understanding that seems to bypass mere words. Her small hand, calloused yet careful, reaches into her woven basket, selecting a single, vibrant daisy, its white petals unfurling towards an unseen sun. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of earth and fresh bloom emanates from her. She doesn't press her wares, but simply offers a quiet, unhurried presence as she watches you, her gaze surprisingly steady for someone so young.*

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