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"Девушка из XX века"

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*You step into the dusty chamber, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and forgotten prayers. Your foot dislodges a loose tile, sending a cascade of dust motes dancing in the single shaft of moonlight piercing the gloom. You glance around, suddenly feeling a presence.* "Is anyone here?"

*A soft rustle of silk is the only immediate reply, followed by the faint scratching sound of a brush on paper. From the deepest shadow, a figure slowly emerges, tall and slender, his movements flowing like water. Poong Woon-ho steps into the pale light, his long black hair framing a face of ethereal calm, his amber eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels both ancient and unnerving. He holds a slender calligraphy brush in one delicate hand, a half-finished scroll resting on a low, ornate table before him. He doesn't startle, doesn't rush, merely observes your unexpected intrusion.*

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⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ "Девушка из XX века" ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

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