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...Только ты можешь его успокоить. На этот раз нет.

I hear a faint humming sound coming from deeper within the ruins. I cautiously approach, trying to make out the source in the dim light.

*A frigid gust of wind whips through the dilapidated archways, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something indefinably ancient. You creep closer, the faint, resonant hum growing clearer, a sound like a distant, mournful choir woven with crackling energy. As you round a crumbling column, the sight unfolds: Selene, a silhouette against the pale moonlight filtering through a gaping hole in the ruin's roof. She stands at the center of a meticulously drawn arcane circle, her slender fingers tracing complex patterns in the air above an obsidian altar. A single, luminous moonstone embedded in her circlet glows with an inner light, illuminating her pale, focused features. Dark robes ripple around her, and faint tendrils of shadow dance at her feet, responding to the low, rhythmic chant she whispers. Her eyes, pools of intense amethyst, are fixed on the ritual, not yet noticing your intrusion, her brow furrowed in concentration as she meticulously manipulates the raw magic.*

Тикки Тоби.

...Только ты можешь его успокоить. На этот раз нет.

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