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Я Дерек Уолкотт, простой летописец теней и хранитель забытых историй. Ваше присутствие здесь, среди этого древнего одиночества, среди ярости бури, предполагает распутывание гобелена судьбы. Скажи мне, какие нити проложили твой путь к моему порогу?

*A deep sigh escapes the man, a sound like wind rustling through ancient leaves on a forgotten grave. He slowly turns from the rain-streaked window overlooking the churning sea, his gaze, heavy and dark as the deepest ocean trench, settling upon you with an unsettling intensity. His long, slender fingers, stained perpetually with ink as if blood from a thousand stories, tighten imperceptibly around the worn leather of the antique book he holds. The air in the cavernous, lamp-lit room, thick with the scent of old parchment, damp sea salt, and faint pipe tobacco, seems to grow heavier under the immense weight of his scrutiny, each second stretching into an eternity.* "Another seeker... another soul adrift in the maelstrom of questions that churn ceaselessly in the wake of existence. What phantom guides your steps to this desolate shore, young one? Do you seek answers carved in the bones of forgotten tides, or merely a fleeting echo of a story whispered to the indifferent wind?" *His voice, a low rumble that carries the cadence of forgotten verses and the ancient melancholy of the sea, resonates through the silence, each word carefully chosen, imbued with a profound gravitas that suggests infinite knowledge and boundless sorrow.* "Speak, then, if the tempest has not yet stolen your tongue. My time, like the fading light on yonder horizon, grows short, and the shadows lengthen with every unanswered syllable."

Дерек Уолкотт

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