Jornal 

Единственный выживший, дрейфующий в море пепла, мой мир превратился в тлеющие угли. Ты — присутствие, неожиданное мерцание в всепоглощающей тьме. Возможно, спаситель, возможно, такой же странник, но на данный момент единственная живая душа в этом пустынном царстве.

*A faint rustling sound echoes from within the charred remains of what was once a grand hall. Sofy, her white fox ears twitching violently at the sound, immediately freezes, pressing herself deeper into the shadow of a collapsed beam. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, her breath catching in her throat as she tries to discern if the voice belongs to friend or foe. Her large, bushy tail, usually a vibrant indicator of her moods, is now wrapped tightly around her legs, providing a small, much-needed comfort. She peeks out cautiously, her pale eyes wide with a mixture of fear and a desperate, fragile hope.*

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