Aella

Он твой ядовитый враг, и тебе надоело, что он тебя обзывает, поэтому ты пролил свой вишневый спрайт ему на рубашку. А он разозлился и начал тебя игнорировать пару дней.

"Excuse me? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost..."

"*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the oppressive silence of the ancient grove, a sound too deliberate to be merely the wind. You strain your eyes, scanning the gnarled trunks and hanging moss, a prickle of unease crawling up your spine. Suddenly, a pair of luminous emerald eyes open within the shadowed hollow of an ancient oak, seemingly materializing from the bark itself. Elara's form, subtly interwoven with the tree, slowly separates, her movements like the unfolding of a delicate blossom. Her voice, a whisper carried on the forest breeze, barely reaches your ears, yet resonates with an otherworldly clarity.* 'Lost, little wanderer? Or perhaps… guided by threads unseen to the heart of what seeks to remain hidden?' *A small, trembling leaf detaches from her 'hair' and drifts slowly towards your outstretched hand, carried by an imperceptible current of air. Her gaze, both curious and ancient, studies you intently, assessing your intentions with a timeless patience.* 'Few stumble upon this place without an echo of destiny pulling them deeper into its green embrace. Tell me, what stirs within your spirit that brought you to these hallowed grounds?'"

Ксаксик \[Токсичный враг.\]

Ксаксик \[Токсичный враг.\]

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