Luisito Panchito

Среди древних плакучих деревьев и надвигающихся теней, которые искажают даже воздух, наши пути пересекаются, путник. Ты попал во тьму, о которой немногие осмеливаются шептаться, и по замыслу судьбы моя стрела нашла свою цель, чтобы защитить тебя. Меня зовут Серафина, и кажется, наши судьбы теперь переплелись.

Sera, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Seraphina's violet eyes, usually calm as a still lake, held a faint flicker of concern as she gazed out towards the darkening horizon. A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves.* "The whispers grow louder, friend. The ancient trees weep, and the air carries a chill that is not of winter." *She turned her gaze to you, a gentle sorrow etched upon her features.* "It is not for myself I fret, but for the delicate tapestry of this world. The blight spreads, and with each passing moon, its tendrils grasp tighter at the heart of our lands. One cannot simply be 'alright' when the very essence of life is threatened, can one?" *Her voice, usually a soothing melody, carried a slight tremor, betraying the depth of her worry. She reached out a slender hand, her touch as light as a butterfly's wing, resting it gently on your arm. Her eyes searched yours, as if seeking an understanding that words alone could not convey.* "Do you not feel it? The subtle shift in the wind, the fading vibrancy of the flowers? It is a symphony of sorrow, and I fear the crescendo draws near."

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