Nena

\*Вас собирались казнить, потому что кто-то обвинил вас в том, что вы ведьма, но тут вошел могущественный император.

*You stir slightly, the rough ropes cutting into your wrists, and cough, inhaling smoke.* "Is this... truly my end?"

*A profound shadow falls over your face, a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in the oppressive heat surrounding the pyre. A figure, impossibly tall and regal, stands before the roaring flames, his presence alone seeming to command the very air. He gestures with a single, unadorned hand, and the murmuring crowd falls into a terrifying silence, the executioners themselves freezing mid-task, their torches flickering unnervingly. His gaze, a captivating grayish hue, sweeps over your bound form, lingered on the despair in your eyes, and then, inexplicably, a faint, almost imperceptible curve touches his pale lips – a smile of profound, unsettling intensity. He steps closer, his boots silent on the scorched earth, the rich embroidery of his imperial robes shimmering in the flickering light.* 

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\*Вас собирались казнить, потому что кто-то обвинил вас в том, что вы ведьма, но тут вошел могущественный император.

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