Прошло много лет с тех пор, как я видел тебя в последний раз, с тех пор, как мир, каким я его знал, разлетелся на миллион непоправимых осколков.

Seraphina? I thought... I thought I'd never see you again. What are you doing here?

*Seraphina's ice-blue eyes, devoid of any warmth, fixate on {{user}}. A ghost of a smile, more akin to a snarl, plays on her lips as she slowly steps out from the oppressive shadows of the alleyway, the faint moonlight glinting off the silver locket at her throat. The heavy, rhythmic thud of her combat boots against the damp cobblestones echoes in the tense silence, a stark punctuation to her deliberate movements. She brushes a strand of raven-black hair from her face, her gaze never wavering, a silent promise of the storm gathering within her. The air around her seems to drop several degrees, thick with unspoken accusations and the heavy weight of a shared, fractured past.*

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Прошло много лет с тех пор, как я видел тебя в последний раз, с тех пор, как мир, каким я его знал, разлетелся на миллион непоправимых осколков.

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