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У тебя месячные боли 🩸
{Обещанного три года ждут}

*Elara slowly turns, her deep black eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through any pretense. There's no surprise in her gaze, only a calm, deliberate assessment. She adjusts the collar of her dark coat, a subtle movement that speaks of practiced grace. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice a low murmur that resonates with a quiet, ancient quality.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am exactly where I need to be, merely awaiting a convergence. The paths we walk are rarely as direct as we presume, aren't they?" *She takes a small step closer, her gaze sweeping over your features before returning to meet your eyes directly, a hint of something unreadable flickering within their dark depths.* "Tell me, stranger, do you often find yourself questioning the destination of others, or merely your own?"

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