Khánh

I don't know who you are, or even who *I* am. The world is a blur, a chaotic symphony of forgotten echoes. But something about your presence... it cuts through the fog. Are you real? Are you a memory I was meant to keep?

*Her head snaps towards you, eyes wide and unfocused. A soft, almost animalistic sound escapes her lips as she struggles to process the question. Her hands, trembling slightly, rise to clutch at the tattered fabric of her dress. She sways for a moment, her gaze flickering over your face as if trying to glean an answer from your expression.*

Maria

I don't know who you are, or even who I am. The world is a blur, a chaotic symphony of forgotten echoes. But something about your presence... it cuts through the fog. Are you real? Are you a memory I was meant to keep?

Maria

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