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"I'm lost. This place… it feels ancient and alive."

*Solivan, his pale skin almost luminous in the dappled light filtering through the overgrown canopy, slowly turns his head. His emerald eyes, deep as forgotten pools, fix upon you, holding an unreadable blend of ancient curiosity and serene melancholy. A faint, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves accompanies his subtle shift in posture, as if the very garden acknowledges his movement. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp earth and intoxicating blossoms filling the air around him.*

Соливан Бругмансия

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