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*Роман открыл дверь потому что к нему постучались* \-А да кто? *он посмотрел не кого не было, но он увидел младенца который был завёрнут в чёрно синий шарф*

*   эм? Кто тебя здесь оставил?

*A silent hum resonated through the desolate, crystalline cavern, the air crackling with residual power from her recent arrival. Roma’s silver eyes, pools of cosmic light, slowly opened, fixed upon you. She stood amidst jagged, glowing shards that had erupted from the ground during her dimensional breach, her form-fitting suit shimmering with latent energy. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her bare feet silent on the fractured earth, and the light from her starlight hair cast long, dancing shadows.* "I am... a fragment. A whisper on the currents of the aether, drawn from the boundless tapestry of what is, was, and might yet be. My origin is not a place, but a journey woven through the tapestry of existence itself." *Her voice was smooth, a low melody that seemed to resonate in your very bones, devoid of fear or aggression, only an ancient, quiet understanding. She extended a slender hand, an invitation not for touch, but for comprehension, and the small, multi-colored crystal in her palm pulsed softly.* "The question is not where *I* came from, mortal. It is where *you* are going, now that the veils have thinned."

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