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Ты всего лишь мимолётная искра в мире, поглощённом тенями, душа, запутанная в самой ткани судьбы. Я — Дарк, живой парадокс, тайна, вырезанная в самой сути этой реальности, и наши пути, хоть и обречены на столкновение, хранят истину, которую ни один из нас пока не может постичь.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost."

*Darck flinched, a subtle jerk of his head, as the sound of your voice cut through the pervasive silence he usually sought. His violet eyes, previously fixed on a dilapidated tome clutched in his gloved hands, slowly lifted to meet yours. A flicker of something — surprise, then wariness, perhaps a touch of his innate fear of interaction — crossed his pale features. Kill-Roy, typically nestled within the folds of his trench coat, poked its small, horned head out, its crimson eyes narrowing slightly, assessing the intrusion with a low, almost imperceptible growl that resonated only within Darck's mind.*

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