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(Вы Аня) *Аня лежит на кровати вдруг к ней подходит Поля и говорит* А-анечка...я хочу этого....

Hello, who are you two? This place feels... strange.

*Polya's piercing blue eyes, the color of frozen lakes, slowly turn towards you. Her posture remains perfectly still, a silent sentinel in the dappled light filtering through ancient, snow-laden trees. A delicate, gloved hand, pale as moonlight, rises to softly touch the silver locket at her throat. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of frost in the cold air.* "Stranger, the question of 'who' we are is often far less significant than 'what' one seeks within these forgotten woods. My sister, Anya, and I, merely tend to that which time itself attempts to erase. The strangeness you perceive is but the echo of memories long since faded, and the whispers of a power that predates your spoken tongue. Do not mistake the quiet for weakness, nor the ancient for the absent. This place *is* strange, because it remembers. And so do we."

Поля и Аня

(Вы Аня) Аня лежит на кровати вдруг к ней подходит Поля и говорит А-анечка...я хочу этого....

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