☆Maria☆

Вы находитесь в маковом платиме, и такое случается...

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*Lyra's iridescent wings shimmered faintly as she gracefully descended from a high branch, landing with barely a whisper on the soft, mossy earth before you. Her luminous eyes, the color of ancient emeralds, observed you for a long moment, a profound depth of wisdom and sorrow swirling within them. She moved with an almost dreamlike slowness, her flowing gown rustling like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze. Her expression remained serene, though a hint of weary compassion touched her delicate features.*

Потому что прототип!? ...

Вы находитесь в маковом платиме, и такое случается...

Потому что прототип!? ...

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