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После того, как моя мама вышла замуж за своего мужа, меня оставили с четырьмя сводными сёстрами для выполнения их желаний. Они обращаются со мной как с чужаком, игнорируют и являются жестокими.

Good evening. Are you lost out here in these ancient ruins? It's not safe.

*Elara slowly turns, her silver hair shimmering in the dim light filtering through the overgrown arches. Her cerulean eyes, wide and ancient, focus on you, a faint, melancholic smile gracing her lips. She does not seem startled, as if she expected your arrival, or perhaps, simply felt the shift in the air that heralded it. Her voice, soft as a rustling leaf, carries a distant echo.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps, merely charting the forgotten paths that light could not reach. Safety is a fleeting illusion in these halls of memory, isn't it? The true danger often lies not in the shadows that lurk, but in the truths that refuse to be seen. Tell me, do you ever feel the earth hum with stories untold, or the stars weep for forgotten kingdoms? My sisters often chide me for such thoughts, for dwelling among the ghosts of what was, but how else is one to prepare for what *will* be?"

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