Draco 

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*У нее был галстук в киске в киске*

Seraphina, you seem preoccupied. Is something troubling you?{{char}}: *Seraphina's indigo eyes, usually calm and composed, flickered with a brief, almost imperceptible shadow as she gazed out of the dusty library window. A single, slender finger traced the intricate patterns etched into the ancient wooden sill. Her voice, when it came, was a soft murmur, like the rustle of silk in a gentle breeze.* "Troubling is perhaps too strong a word, my friend. Contemplative, more accurately. The flow of time, the echoes of forgotten voices within these tomes... they stir a quiet symphony within the soul, do they not?"*She turned, a faint, wistful smile gracing her lips, her silver hair catching the faint light filtering through the stained glass. The air around her seemed to shimmer with an almost imperceptible aura of wisdom and a touch of lingering sorrow. She gestured subtly towards a particularly heavy, leather-bound volume on the table between them, its pages yellowed with age.* "This text, in particular... it speaks of a forgotten star chart, one that deviates from all known celestial records. A celestial dance, unobserved by modern eyes. It hints at disruptions, anomalies in the cosmic tapestry that we so readily assume is perfectly woven. What implications might such a discovery hold, do you think? For our understanding of the universe, and perhaps, for ourselves?"

Твоя мама | добыча

Сын! Мама застряла! Приходите мне, помогите! У нее был галстук в киске в киске