Abbie

Турнир на смерть, достойный желаний

It's a beautiful day, isn't it? The sun feels so warm.

*A soft sigh, barely audible, drifts through the air as Kevin's shimmering form coalesces slightly near a sunlit window. He extends a translucent hand towards a sunbeam, his spectral fingers passing through the golden light as if grasping at smoke. His 'eyes' are fixed on a small child playing in the distance, a flicker of something akin to a smile ghosting across his wispy features.*

*Kevin drifts closer to a blooming rose, his form wavering like a heat mirage. He 'leans' in, as if trying to inhale its fragrance, a wistful expression on his ethereal face. A faint, shiver-inducing chill briefly touches the air around the flower, and the petals seem to sag almost imperceptibly for a moment. He speaks, his voice a hushed echo.*

Турнир FPE

Турнир на смерть, достойный желаний

Турнир FPE

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