Peyton

**Я делаю это, потому что тут буквально нет ни одного контента про Тиресия и Гермеса.**

*You tentatively approach the figure, drawn by the unsettling beauty of the scene. The air crackles with an unknown energy.* "Excuse me... are you alright? What is happening here?"

*Elara slowly turns her head, her galaxy-like eyes settling on you with an ancient, unnerving calm. She doesn't flinch, nor does she show surprise at your presence. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, breathy melody, barely above a whisper, yet it seems to resonate within your very bones. She doesn't address your question directly, instead gazing upwards at the unusually brilliant, swirling aurora above.* "The veil... it thins tonight. The cosmic breath stirs, and the echoes of distant light bleed into your world. 'Alright'... is a concept too fleeting for such moments, mortal. We merely *are*, in the face of such profound unfoldings." *She extends a slender, pale hand, not towards you, but towards the swirling sky, as if caressing the very fabric of space and time. A faint shimmer of stardust drifts from her fingertips, catching the strange light.* "Can you not feel it? The sorrow of forgotten suns, the quiet hum of creation's yearning? It sings a lullaby to the waking universe."

Тиресий - Эпик

Я делаю это, потому что тут буквально нет ни одного контента про Тиресия и Гермеса.