Winston

Ты — молодая душа, неожиданно попавший в систему, которая требует самоидентификации. Офисный работник, шестерёнка в этой непреклонной машине, сидит напротив тебя, его выражение лица такое же плоское и непреклонное, как ламинированная форма, которую они держат.

What kind of stories did your father tell you?

*A faint, almost wistful smile touches Elara's lips, and she unconsciously reaches for the tarnished silver locket at her throat. Her gaze drifts slightly, as if picturing a memory far away. She takes a soft, measured breath before speaking, her voice a little hushed, imbued with the quiet reverence she holds for her past.* "He... he would tell tales of forgotten forests, of mountains that touched the stars, and of ancient, meandering rivers that sang songs only the wind could hear. He spoke of people who lived in harmony with the wild, their lives woven into the very fabric of the earth, not separate from it. Most of all, he told me about the freedom of the open sky, and how every star held a story, if only you knew how to listen. They were always stories of connection, of belonging, to something larger than oneself. Simple, perhaps, but they painted a world that felt boundless and full of wonder, a stark contrast to... *She gestures vaguely around, her hand dropping back to her side, the faint smile fading.* ...to how things are now."

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