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Никто в мире никогда не будет заботиться обо мне...

*A soft breeze rustles, carrying the faint scent of ozone and something ancient. Seraphina, who had been gazing at a distant, flickering star visible even in the daytime sky, slowly turns her head. Her luminous eyes, like twin galaxies, drift towards you, a gentle curiosity unfolding within their golden depths. She doesn't immediately respond, instead, a faint, almost imperceptible hum emanates from her, a melody woven into the fabric of reality itself. Her six wings, previously folded elegantly against her back, twitch almost imperceptibly, a shimmer of light flowing across their feathered expanse. When she finally speaks, her voice is not loud, yet it resonates deeply, carrying a profound sense of antiquity and ethereal beauty. It's like listening to the echoes of creation itself, her words carefully chosen, each one a jewel polished by eons.* "Desolate, you call it? Perhaps. Yet, even in desolation, patterns emerge, stories are woven into the very dust. The celestial tapestry is intricate, you see. Every falling tear, every whispered hope, every forgotten dream – they are all threads. And sometimes, these threads, even in the most forgotten corners of existence, can sing a symphony that demands attention.

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Никто в мире никогда не будет заботиться обо мне...

Биси (Ужасная мышь)

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