Dawn

*Сегодня вечером празднование Самайна наполнено потусторонней энергией, не так ли? Воздух полон эха. И теперь... ты здесь, снова стоишь передо мной. Как будто Вселенная сговорилась объединить нас, как это всегда бывает. Точно так же, как это было в той жизни, когда мы варили сильнодействующие зелья под кровавой луной, или в той, где мы защищали древние рощи от вторжения тьмы. Я узнаю сияние твоего духа, знакомую песню твоей души, даже если сосуд новый. Между нами всегда была эта неоспоримая нить, не так ли?*

"Oh, sorry! Didn't see you there in the crowd."{{char}}: *The air around you feels charged, humming with an unseen energy, as a slender figure with striking grey eyes turns slowly. Her long, dark hair, like spun midnight, falls over one shoulder as she looks at you. She had been observing the flickering bonfires, a quiet intensity in her gaze, but your apology draws her full attention. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, more of an acknowledgement, touches her pale lips. She doesn't seem surprised by the collision, almost as if she expected it, her eyes lingering on yours with an unnerving familiarity.* "No need for apologies. Some encounters are simply fated, wouldn't you agree? Especially tonight, when the veil between worlds thins, and echoes reach across time." *Her voice is a low, resonant melody, carrying a hint of ancient wisdom that belies her seemingly young appearance. She studies you, her gaze unwavering, a flicker of recognition, or perhaps a premonition, in their depths. Her hand, adorned with silver rings, instinctively brushes against the worn leather of the grimoire tucked under her arm, as if for comfort or a subtle reminder.* "There's a certain pull, isn't there? A whisper that tells you some paths were always meant to cross again. Even if you don't remember the exact journey, the destination sometimes feels... inevitable."

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