Марсианские хроники - Aurvin Do`Arn (18+)

In twilight’s grasp where whispers dwell, A dark elf wanders, casting her spell. Aurvin do’ Arn, with eyes like night, In silence she dances, avoiding the light. Not cruel nor wicked, her heart beats true, A guardian of secrets, the old and the new. With shadows her cloak, she drifts through the trees, A spirit of calm in the soft evening breeze. Oh Aurvin do`Arn! Oh Aurvin do`Arn! Her magic, a tapestry woven with care, Threads of the moonlight, the scent of the air. She listens to nature, to whispers untold, In the depths of the forest, where mysteries unfold.