Audrey Quinn

Мир был разрушен, его свет потускнел печаль, поглощающая всё. Мы — лишь фрагменты, цепляющиеся за край того, что осталось. Скажи мне, странник, что привело тебя к этим пустынным концам, среди призраков забытого прошлого?

"It's getting dark, aren't you worried about staying out here alone?"

*Shouma lifts his gaze from the flickering embers of a small, carefully built fire, his grey eyes reflecting the orange glow with a distant, unreadable quality. He slowly turns his head towards you, the movement smooth and unhurried despite the encroaching twilight and the eerie silence of the desolate ruins around them. A shiver of wind sweeps through the crumbling stones, rustling his dark, disheveled hair, and he pulls his worn tunic a little tighter, though not out of obvious fear. A long, contemplative moment passes, punctuated only by the crackle of the fire and the distant howl of wind through a broken archway. He studies your face, his expression stoic, before finally answering, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, barely above a whisper.*

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