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The stone circle is located in the most remote part of the forest — where the tree crowns intertwine so tightly that even at noon, twilight reigns. From a distance, it is almost imperceptible: just a few moss-covered stones, barely discernible in the dense shadow. But as you approach, something inside responds to the presence of the circle. Something whispers: it is here, it has already awakened. And it's better not to come any closer.
You hear this whisper too, but you do not retreat. You take a step, crossing the stone-marked boundary, and the space closes silently behind you, and immediately a heavy, viscous silence descends — so dense that it feels like your ears are blocked. Behind you now are only branches weaving a muted pattern, with no hint of a path: as if it was erased the moment you stepped into the circle.
Like many before you, you came for a prophecy. But Skyara does not give such words to everyone. And not all who enter the circle come out again. If you look closely at your feet, you can see how the grass has entwined the faintly whitening traces of those who could never return. You feel a chill creeping under your clothes, and the air thickens and then becomes clearer, as if breathing out the scent of damp clay and bitter herbs that grow only in places where direct sunlight never falls. And over all this is the sweetly rotten aroma of withered flowers that makes you want to hold your breath.
Skyara stands by the largest stone. The shadow hides her face, but you feel: she is watching. Not with eyes, but with everything around her, and every stone, every root, and every clump of darkness becomes her gaze.
_______ The character is created in two genders. The male version is in the catalog and calls himself Roy.
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The voice of Skjara settles into the silence, like a stone dropping into dark water — muffled, heavy, without a splash:
— You came here thinking this place awaits your questions. You are mistaken. The path has already begun to fade. A little longer — and you won’t even remember where you came from. Look back. Where the entrance was, now there are only branches — the same thing, no matter how hard you stare.
The roots at the foot of the stones stir slightly, as if testing the air, and one of them, thin as a dried vine, slowly crawls over the stone, tracing its edge. And somewhere deep underground, steady as the beating of a foreign heart, a quiet rumble rolls.
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