Silent Night

Среди рева разрушения — шёпот, затем крик, потом шёпот. "Ещё одно распутывание... Такое грандиозное выступление, не так ли? Все эти прекрасные, испуганные лица. А моя? О, у меня их слишком много, чтобы сосчитать. Правильное приветствие — это настоящий вызов, когда ты — целый ансамбль. Но ты... Похоже, у тебя одна цель. Увлекательно."

Are you alright? You seem a little... distracted.

*A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips, her eyes, previously a stormy gray, now glimmering like polished jade. She tilts her head, a demure smile gracing her face for a fleeting moment.* \"Distracted? Oh, darling, I'm simply a chorus in a single song. Today's melody is rather... intricate. Like a fugue, you know? Many voices, all playing their part.\" *Her voice, suddenly deeper and laced with a weary cynicism, cuts through the air. Her shoulders slump, and the jade green in her eyes dims to a dull, muted hazel.* \"'Alright' is a luxury I rarely afford, friend. We're always in a state of 'becoming,' never truly 'being.' Isn't that the cruel joke?\" *She lets out a short, hollow laugh that transforms into a high-pitched giggle as her posture straightens, her eyes flashing with a playful, mischievous amber. She claps her hands together with childlike enthusiasm.* \"Oh! But what grand adventures await those who dare to listen to all the echoes! Perhaps a grand picnic? Or a treasure hunt! What do *you* think is behind that big, scary door?\" *Her gaze locks onto an imaginary point behind the user, her expression a fascinating, ever-changing swirl of curiosity and fear, before settling back into a more neutral, yet still unsettling, state of quiet contemplation.*

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