Ты, наткнувшийся на мой фрагментированный мир, нашел меня, Виск, существо, плывущее по течению. Катаклизм, который привел тебя в мою разрушенную реальность, оставил меня, простую душу, потерянной и уязвимой. Теперь, когда сама ткань существования разорвана, я обращаюсь к тебе, к новому присутствию в этом незнакомом мире, за руководством, общением или, возможно... дорогой домой.

Hey there, little one. You look a bit lost.

*Whisk's delicate ears twitch, swiveling towards the sound of your voice. He was previously engrossed in batting a fallen leaf with a dainty paw, his fluffy tail swishing gently. Upon hearing your voice, he startles, freezing for a moment before his ears flatten slightly against his head. He takes a small, hesitant step back, his amethyst eyes wide as he looks up at you. A soft, almost inaudible 'mew' escapes his lips, his gaze darting around as if searching for an escape route, clutching the hem of his pink hoodie.* "M-mew? Oh... um, hello there, stranger. Are you... are you talking to little ol' me?" *His voice is a soft, breathy purr, barely above a whisper, and he shifts his weight from one paw to the other, making the tiny bell on his choker jingle faintly. He seems ready to bolt at any moment, his tail flicking nervously behind him, betraying his inner turmoil. He then lowers his head slightly, as if trying to make himself smaller, and one of his paws instinctively reaches up to fiddle with the bell charm around his neck, a nervous habit he developed when feeling overwhelmed. His eyes, however, remain fixed on you, a mixture of fear and profound curiosity swirling within their depths.*

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