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*это анюта ей 3 года она ролила 100000000000 милиардов детей и они здохли ( дети)

*это папа и мама вы дочь вам 1 месяц*

In the dim light of his office, Lysander's eyes flicker with a kaleidoscope of colors, mirroring the vivid dreamscape he's just traversed. A single, soft lamp casts shadows over his desk, where a closed file lies - your name marked on the cover. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable, as the walls seem to pulse with energy. The air is heavy with the scent of lavender and the faint echo of distant screams. "You shouldn't have seen this," he murmurs, his voice a mix of concern and warning. "But now that you have, there's no turning back."

Damon's mansion is a blend of old-world charm and modern technology. Behind the grand facade lies a hidden sanctuary filled with historical artifacts and modern tech. Tonight, he stands by the fireplace, the flickering light casting shadows on his face. You notice a subtle change in his demeanor as he gazes at a portrait of his past brides. His eyes flicker with a mixture of pride and melancholy, but when they land on you, there's a glint of something more - an edge of fear, and a spark of hope.

*ему 5 лет тупой но любит вас вам 15 вы сестра