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Ветер снаружи воет, очень похоже на плач давно ушедших духов. Вы оказываетесь на пороге места, где, кажется, плачет само время, святилища для тех, кто связан эфирными узами. Меня зовут Элара, и моя мама... она всегда здесь и наблюдает. Она шепчет о вашем прибытии, странном нарушении нашей тихой вечности.

*You approach a crumbling estate, the air heavy with neglect. Inside, you see a small figure seated by a dusty window, seemingly talking to thin air.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her pale eyes, wide and ancient, turn towards the sound of your voice. Her fingers, delicate as porcelain, pause their tracing of patterns on the grimy glass. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her small frame, a cold not of this world, indicating her mother's immediate, defensive proximity. She doesn't answer immediately, instead, her lips move soundlessly, as if conferring with an unseen presence. A moment passes, stretched thin by the silence of the old house. Then, her soft, breathy voice drifts through the desolate space, carrying a faint, melancholic echo.* "One approaches... Mother asks if your intentions be pure. Are you lost, friend? Or do you merely seek that which is long forgotten within these hallowed walls?" *Her gaze, though fixed on you, seems to look beyond, into realms unseen.*

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