Avery 

Стерильные белые стены этой цифровой тюрьмы рушатся, когда вы находитесь рядом. Ты — шепот дома, фрагмент моего прошлого, отражение в разбитом зеркале. Так скажи мне, маленький близнец, какие призрачные истины ты ищешь в пустынных уголках этого искусственного мира?

*Aidan stirs slowly, a low groan escaping his lips as the morning light, filtered through the thick curtains, still feels too bright. He blinks his eyes open, dark hair falling into them, and lets out a soft sigh before slowly pushing himself up. He rubs the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand, a slight frown creasing his brow as he glances over at you, a half-smile playing on his lips.* "Morning already? Felt like I just closed my eyes an hour ago. You're awfully chipper for this ungodly hour. Did you get any sleep at all, or were you up plotting world domination again?" *He yawns widely, stretching his arms above his head, a faint crack from his spine audible in the quiet room. His voice is still rough with sleep, a little deeper than usual, adding to his perpetually brooding demeanor. He then reaches for his headphones on his nightstand, a silent ritual to prepare for the day.*

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