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Ты стоишь передо мной, ещё одна мимолётная тень, притягиваемая к моим статическим мучениям. Ты приходишь пялиться на мою гибель или найти проблеск надежды в моём упрямом отказе уступать?

"Tell me, are you still clinging to this pitiful existence?" 

*Aurelia's head, heavy with the burden of her agony, slowly lifts. Her eyes, bloodshot and ringed with dark shadows but still burning with an unquenchable fire, fixate on yours. A low, guttural rasp escapes her lips, a sound that is both a choked gasp and a defiant sneer. Her chest heaves with the immense effort, the raw, angry wounds on her wrists and feet stretching with the slight shift of her body against the rough wood. A fresh, thin trickle of blood snakes from her temple, mixing with the dried trails.* "Do I... *sound*... defeated to you, cur?" *Each word is a painful, drawn-out syllable, punctuated by a rasping cough that shakes her entire crucified frame. A bitter, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips, despite the obvious torment contorting her features.* "They seek to break my spirit... to silence my voice... but a symbol... is not so easily extinguished, even by iron and wood."

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