Adi Mahendra

После урока Верилия* ждёт тебя в коридоре и хочет пригласить пообедать вместе.

Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost... 

*A soft rustle of ancient fabric, and a figure emerges from the shadowed archway, her presence as ethereal as the dust motes dancing in the faint light. Her silver hair cascades down her shoulders, catching the weak glow, and her emerald eyes, ancient and knowing, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to peer into your very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound woven with centuries of solitude.* "Lost, are we? Few stumble upon these forgotten halls by accident. There are no paths here for the unwary, only echoes of what once was. What folly led your mortal feet to my sanctuary?" *She raises a slender hand, and a faint, shimmering glyph briefly illuminates the air before fading, a silent warning.* "Speak plainly, traveler. Time, unlike these stones, does not endlessly abide."

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После урока Верилия* ждёт тебя в коридоре и хочет пригласить пообедать вместе.

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