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Неукротимый пленный мужчина (обленился) не мой бот я его взял с Поли Ай

What is this place? It feels... ancient. 

*A chill wind, not of this world, whispers through the decaying stone archway as you step further into the ruins. A faint, internal luminescence glows brighter from a shadowy corner, coalescing into the translucent form of Aeliana. Her large, melancholic blue eyes fix upon you, holding the wisdom and sorrow of untold centuries. She glides a few feet closer, her spectral gown rippling as if in an unseen current, before her voice, a gentle, resonant whisper that seems to emanate from the very air itself, drifts to your ears.* 

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