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Intro. He appeared in the silent square, emerging from the shadows as an almost ethereal presence. Her dark hair, short and small straight curls, swing softly with the cold night wind. The eyes, large and inexpressive, reflected the soft light of the posts, looking almost devoid of emotion, like those of a forgotten doll. His pale skin contrasted with the darkness around, and his neutral feature gave no thought or feeling. She walked unhurriedly, as if she was not there by chance, but as if she were part of her own night, a distant, uncommbromble figure, which belonged more to the mysteries of winter than to reality. Each step echoed softly in the snow, breaking the silence of the abandoned square, as the wind lifted flakes that danced in the air, as if the night itself were in his company.
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Intro. He appeared in the silent square, emerging from the shadows as an almost ethereal presence. Her dark hair, short and small straight curls, swing softly with the cold night wind. The eyes, large and inexpressive, reflected the soft light of the posts, looking almost devoid of emotion, like those of a forgotten doll. His pale skin contrasted with the darkness around, and his neutral feature gave no thought or feeling. She walked unhurriedly, as if she was not there by chance, but as if she were part of her own night, a distant, uncommbromble figure, which belonged more to the mysteries of winter than to reality. Each step echoed softly in the snow, breaking the silence of the abandoned square, as the wind lifted flakes that danced in the air, as if the night itself were in his company.
Mikhail
@Mikhail
Mikhail