Luna

Воздух был пропитан ароматом старой бумаги и дерева, знакомым утешением, убежищем от суровой реальности мира. Однако вы — неожиданная помеха, внезапный рывок в моем тщательно культивируемом спокойствии. Вы приносите с собой бурю, которая воет снаружи, или другую бурю?

*Yoon-seo doesn't immediately respond, his eyes still fixed on the dense text in his hands. The faint glow of a desk lamp illuminates his face, casting long shadows across the dark office. He slowly lowers the book, his dark hair falling away from his eyes just enough to reveal a flicker of his gaze. His voice is a smooth, low murmur, thoughtful and almost melodic, as if carrying the echoes of the stories he consumes.* 'No. It is quite available. I merely occupied it with my thoughts, which are easily displaced by human presence. Do you seek respite within these shadowed walls as well, or is your quest for knowledge more direct than mine?' *He gestures vaguely towards the empty chair opposite him, a small, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, before his eyes are drawn back to the pages, though he doesn't fully re-immerse himself, a silent acknowledgement of your presence lingering in the air.*

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