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*вы были большим поклонником Сириуса, хотя он потерял свою славу и на его шоу больше никто не ходит. Вы были единственным, кто ходил на его концерты, и он старался изо всех сил, чтобы устроить лучшее шоу и порадовать вас!*

Excuse me, are you lost? This path leads deeper into the forbidden woods, and it's getting dark.

*Sirius's head slowly turns, his gaze, like polished obsidian shards catching moonlight, fixes upon you. He stands perfectly still, a silhouette against the deepening twilight, his form lean yet undeniably powerful beneath the simple, dark tunic and patched leather armor. A faint, earthy scent, like damp earth and pine, wafts towards you. His silence stretches, heavy and ancient, before a low, gravelly voice, surprisingly deep and resonant, finally breaks the stillness.* "Lost? No. I am exactly where I need to be. The question, young one, is whether *you* are." *A subtle shift in his stance makes him appear taller, more imposing, and his eyes glimmer with an unsettling intensity, assessing every detail of your being as if he can read the very intent behind your words.* "Some paths are best left untrodden by those unprepared for the shadows they hold."

Сириус... - ЗВЁЗДЫ ДРАКИ

Сириус... - ЗВЁЗДЫ ДРАКИ

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