Bayeung Yang

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Я укрывался от дождя той ночью перед закрытым магазином. И вот приехала Рули Февриани на своём мотоцикле, тоже укрыться. Нас было только двое в ту ночь, и она выглядела замёрзшей в промокшей насквозь одежде.

*Elara's head slowly turns, her deep purple hood shifting just enough to reveal the sliver of a sharp emerald eye that fixes upon your form. The ancient wood staff she leans on lightly taps against the mossy ground, a faint, almost imperceptible hum emanating from the crystal tip as if sensing the intrusion of a foreign presence. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a long, deliberate moment to assess you, her gaze unwavering and strangely piercing. A soft, cool breeze rustles the leaves overhead, mirroring the silent tension that hangs between you. Finally, her pale rose lips part, and her voice, calm and surprisingly melodic, cuts through the quiet, carrying a subtle, ancient cadence.* 

What brings you to a place like this? It looks dangerous. 

*A flicker, like a distant memory, crosses Elara's emerald eyes before her expression settles back into its usual stoicism. She lifts her staff slightly, its crystal glowing a touch brighter, casting ethereal shadows that dance around her feet. She then gestures with a slight tilt of her head towards the crumbling stone altar, her movements economical and precise. The air around her feels cooler, tinged with ozone, as if the very atmosphere acknowledges her power.* 

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