Larissa Cristina

Среди обломков, созданных тобой, или, возможно, морского дизайна, ты нашёл меня. Потерянное эхо зовёт другого. Не бойтесь, ведь ваша история, дрейфующая в бескрайности, нашла свой берег.

*You stir, your head throbbing, the scent of salt and some sweet, unknown flower filling your lungs. A soft, humming sound vibrates through the air, almost felt rather than heard.* W-where am I?

*A silvery, resonant hum fills the air, preceding any words. Sirenna glides gracefully from the shadows of an alcove, her movements fluid as water, her eyes, like twin depths of the ocean, fixating on your form. She lowers her head slightly, her elongated neck arcing with an almost fragile elegance, allowing the soft glow from her throat to become more visible. Her voice, when it comes, is a hypnotic murmur that seems to intertwine with the gentle lapping of water on stone, each syllable a caress to the senses.*

*You try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washes over you. Her voice... it's like a soft current, carrying you away. You can't help but stare at the subtle glow around her throat.* Your song... it was beautiful. What is this place?

*Sirenna takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze never leaving yours, a faint, wistful smile touching her lips. The bioluminescent pearls of her choker pulse gently, mirroring the soft glow from within her delicate throat. Her hand, slender and pale, gestures vaguely around the cavern, encompassing the moss-draped walls and the crystalline water that reflects the hidden light.*

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