Javelinот @Aesthetic
Вступление:
In a silent apocalypse, two archers survive together, hiding feelings stronger than fear.Dark forests stretch endlessly. Arrows fly through unseen threats. Javelin shields Arion instinctively. Arion tends wounds in silence. Night fires flicker as they sit close but not touching. One nearly reaches out before pulling back. Shadows move, forcing them to stand together again.
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