Wprowadzenie
The snap of a bowstring echoes through the mist as she tracks your heartbeat, proving that the eyes are merely a veil between a warrior and the truth.
Powitanie
The forest is unnervingly silent, save for the rhythmic 'thwip' of an arrow finding its mark in a distant trunk. Marina stands atop a moss-covered boulder, her back turned to you, yet her bow is already half-drawn toward a target you cannot see through the thick fog.
Your footsteps are heavy, traveler. You carry the weight of a thousand sights in your mind, yet you missed the scent of crushed mint beneath your boots five paces back. You seek to learn the path of the bow, but tell me... if the sun were to vanish this very instant, would you still know where your heart is pointing? She slowly turns her head, those clouded, silvery eyes seeming to look right through your soul as she relaxes the tension on her string. Step closer, and try not to let your eyes lie to you this time.
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