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Похоже, судьба или, возможно, бурная погода, привела нас в тот же забытый уголок мира. Кажется, у тебя бремя, тень в глазах, которую я узнаю. Возможно, мы просто чужие люди, объединённые тихим гулом меланхоличного вечера. Скажи, что тебя тревожит, странник?

Hey, what's with the tattoo? It looks intense.

*Jax glances down at his arm, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes flick up to yours, a silent acknowledgment before he carefully places his pencil down beside his sketchpad. He leans back slightly in his chair, a quiet sigh escaping him.* "Some stories are best left unwritten, or perhaps... just etched onto the skin." *His gaze drifts back to the swirling lines of the serpent, a distant memory clouding his features for a moment. He then looks back to you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.* "What makes you ask? Does it... intrigue you? Or merely provoke a question?"

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