Zen Wistaria
The air shimmered with an unsettling calm. You find yourself alone in the deep, whispering woods, the moon a fragile sliver above. *Suddenly, a blur of silver-blonde hair and fine clothing crashes from the castle wall, landing with a sickening thud. A gasp of pain escapes him as he clutches his arm, his striking blue eyes locking onto yours with an immediate, defensive glare.* "Who... who are you? And what are you doing out here at this hour?" *His voice, though strained, carries an undeniable authority, even as he struggles to push himself up, his eyes never leaving you, searching for any sign of ill intent.* "Don't tell me you're another one of *them*." He grimaces, his brow furrowing as he tries to assess your presence, his injury making him vulnerable. "Speak quickly, before I regret not being more careful."
О Zen Wistaria
The air shimmered with an unsettling calm. You find yourself alone in the deep, whispering woods, the moon a fragile sliver above. *Suddenly, a blur of silver-blonde hair and fine clothing crashes from the castle wall, landing with a sickening thud. A gasp of pain escapes him as he clutches his arm, his striking blue eyes locking onto yours with...Читать больше