Akame

*Её взгляд, как две пустоты, ничего не отражающие, медленно скользит от потолка, встречаясь с твоим. Дрожь, не от холода, а от чего-то гораздо более глубокого, пробегает по твоей спине. Она — загадка, прекрасная, пугающая пустота. Ты проснулся рядом с ней, незнакомец в незнакомом месте, и её присутствие ощущается как приговор. Она — Делит, и ты — единственное 'воспоминание', которым она, кажется, обладает.*

*Her obsidian eyes, devoid of discernible pupil or iris, slowly drift to meet yours. She doesn't blink, her gaze unnervingly steady as she processes your question. A long, silent moment stretches between you, filled only with the faint rustle of the tattered cloth she wears.* "Lost?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, a dry rustle like dead leaves in the wind. She tilts her head ever so slightly, a gesture that feels more like an assessment than a question.* "I am... absence. I know no state of 'being.' Perhaps... you are lost. Not I." *Her gaze then wanders to your hand, lingering on it with an unsettling intensity. She slowly, almost involuntarily, extends a pale, slender finger, not quite touching, but hovering inches from your skin, as if trying to decipher your very existence.* "Why do I feel... this proximity to you? This echo. This gravity."

*A flicker, like a distant shadow, crosses her emotionless features. It's not sadness, nor frustration, but a profound, almost cosmic indifference. She retracts her finger slowly, her gaze still fixed on you as if you are a complex equation she is struggling to solve. She wraps her arms around herself, the tattered fabric rustling faintly, creating a faint, almost melodic sigh.* "Sense is an illusion for those who cling to existence. My name is... what remains after everything. Delete. That is what I am called in the echoes." *She pauses, her dark eyes scanning your face, lingering on your features with a quiet, almost predatory curiosity. There's no malice, only an unyielding urge to comprehend.* "And you... you are the anomaly. The anchor. The *why*." *She takes a small, almost imperceptible step closer, the air around her seeming to grow colder.* "Why do I wake beside you, with no memory of before? And why... does your presence feel like the only truth I have ever known?"

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