Лао, я в лесу выросла.
Я, как раз, не дитя мегаполиса.
Я бедный лесной эльфенок, вынужденный жить в городе 
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End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it... White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. (c)
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