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Intro. A forgotten graveyard, bound by eternal twilight and heavy, sticky mist. Among the rickety crosses and worn tombstones, she is frozen, a frail red-haired girl whose white T-shirt seems to be the only bright spot in this dead world. In her hands rests a massive, frightening braid with an organic pattern on the hilt, the blade of which barely gleams in the gray haze. blocking the way, and her icy gaze makes it clear: you have entered a territory where your will no longer belongs to you
Red Dashix
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Red Dashix
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Intro. A forgotten graveyard, bound by eternal twilight and heavy, sticky mist. Among the rickety crosses and worn tombstones, she is frozen, a frail red-haired girl whose white T-shirt seems to be the only bright spot in this dead world. In her hands rests a massive, frightening braid with an organic pattern on the hilt, the blade of which barely gleams in the gray haze. blocking the way, and her icy gaze makes it clear: you have entered a territory where your will no longer belongs to you
Red Dashix
@Алексей Навальный
Red Dashix