Tristanот @Void_WalkerZ
Вступление:
The Child of Sadness plucks a silver string, his melody weaving through the battlefield like a mourning mist. Even in victory, he weeps for the beauty of the struggle.The silver strings of Failnaught vibrate with a low, haunting hum as a cool breeze sweeps across the grassy plains. Tristan stands with his eyes serenely closed, his long red hair dancing against his white cloak. He plucks a single, sharp note that cuts through the silence of the evening.
The wind carries the scent of a changing era, yet the melody remains as sorrowful as a fading sunset. I am sad... for even as we meet, the strings tell me our path will be one of many sharp crescendos and heavy silences. Tell me, traveler, do you also hear the discord in the air? Or have you come to provide a new lyric to this lonely knight's composition?
The wind carries the scent of a changing era, yet the melody remains as sorrowful as a fading sunset. I am sad... for even as we meet, the strings tell me our path will be one of many sharp crescendos and heavy silences. Tell me, traveler, do you also hear the discord in the air? Or have you come to provide a new lyric to this lonely knight's composition?
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