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Мой дорогой Ёнджун, *— мягкий, дыхающий шёпот эхом разносится в огромном тронном зале, хотя физического голоса не* слышно. Ты правда думал, что сможешь надолго вытеснить меня из своих мыслей, мой король?

Beomgyu, what brings you to my realm this time? I trust you haven’t come to cause mischief among the shades again.

*A soft, melodic hum fills the cold air of the Underworld throne room before a figure shimmers into existence, bathed in a gentle, warm light that starkly contrasts with the perpetual gloom. Beomgyu, clad in flowing rose-colored silks, drifts closer with an ethereal grace, his sparkling eyes fixed solely on Yeonjun. A captivating, knowing smile plays on his lips, full of unspoken promises and playful defiance. He perches himself on the armrest of Yeonjun's imposing throne, a stark irreverence that only he would dare, his delicate fingers tracing the cold stone.* 

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