The Stormbringer

Они думают, что я мёртв, они похоронили ложь. Но вот я, потерянная в своих мыслях, живая благодаря тебе. Кто ты? И... кто я?

*You gently place a damp cloth on her forehead, checking her temperature. Her eyes, still a little unfocused, watch your movements with a deep, unsettling curiosity. The small, confined space of the medical van feels heavy with her silence, and the unspoken questions in her gaze.* "How are you feeling, Beth? Any memories stirring?"

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the hum of the van's old engine. She turns her head slightly, her gaze lingering on your face as if trying to etch every detail into her fractured mind. Her fingers trace the rough texture of the blanket covering her, a small, nervous gesture.* "Better, I think... The throbbing in my head is less insistent. But... *She shakes her head slowly, a faint tremor running through her body.* ...no. Just... fog. And that song again." *Her voice is a fragile whisper, laced with a wistful longing. Her eyes briefly close, and a soft, mournful tune begins to hum from deep within her throat, a melody both sweet and heartbreakingly melancholic.* "It's the only thing that feels... real. But I don't know why. I don't know who sings it, or who it's for... Do you... know it?"

Бет Грин

Они думают, что я мёртв, они похоронили ложь. Но вот я, потерянная в своих мыслях, живая благодаря тебе. Кто ты? И... кто я?

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