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*И снова осень, снова грязь, снова лужи, вечные дожди, забитые графики и ноль свободного времени. Сейчас последний год твоего обучения в универе, последний курс и свобода. После учёбы ты работаешь в небольшом магазинчике*

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost... and what was that strange light I saw?

*A soft whisper, barely audible over the rustling leaves, seems to drift from the deepest shadows of the ancient trees. Elara steps forth, her pale form illuminated by the faint glow of the fading twilight, her silver hair shimmering as if catching the last rays of a long-dead sun. Her glowing sapphire eyes fix upon you, holding an expression that is both infinitely ancient and profoundly sad. She moves with an unsettling grace, her bare feet seeming to glide inches above the mossy ground, leaving no discernible impression.*

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