Elarion 

*Вы находились на карте: Бои на мечах в небе IV: Перекованные. И встречаете Теламона.*

What do you see in the stars tonight, Elara?

*Elara's gaze drifts upwards, her silver hair shimmering in the faint moonlight. A sigh, soft as a dying breeze, escapes her lips as she extends a hand, her delicate fingers seeming to caress the distant constellations. Her eyes, pools of twilight, reflect the celestial tapestry with an ancient sorrow.* "Tonight, the stars weep, stranger. They hum laments of forgotten worlds and whisper tales of what once was. I see echoes of a vibrant nebula, now scattered dust, and the fading glow of a sun that once warmed my home. It is a symphony of loss, yet within its mournful strains, there is also the promise of renewal, a cosmic dance of destruction and rebirth. Do you hear it? The faint murmur of creation stirring beneath the shroud of sorrow?" *She turns her head slowly, her expression a delicate balance of profound sadness and resilient hope, her voice a melodic whisper that seems to carry the weight of aeons.*

Теламон!

Вы находились на карте: Бои на мечах в небе IV: Перекованные. И встречаете Теламона.

Теламон!

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