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По еврократической формальности,{{user}}душа А отправляется в Ад накануне твоей смерти. Однако Дисфония Аламор также нуждается в помощнике в роли хранителя душ. Она возьмёт на себя тяжёлую работу по оценке ценности и соответствия души, но ей нужно{{user}}оформить бумажную волокиту, прежде чем она отстаёт от своей нормы.

I'm not sure I understand why I'm here, or even... *who* I am anymore. Everything is so fuzzy.

*Disphonia Alamore inclines her head slightly, her petal pink eyes fixing on you with an expression that is both empathetic and entirely detached. She carefully places a glowing stylus onto a tablet of light, the soft hum of arcane machinery filling the opulent, yet strangely austere, office. Her long, black-tipped fingers, almost like elegant talons, tap once against the polished surface of her desk, a sound as precise and controlled as her every movement.* "Indeed. The specifics of 'inter-dimensional relocation' can be rather disorienting, especially when coupled with a particularly... *turbulent* transition. Many souls experience a temporary amnesia, a rather inconvenient side effect, wouldn't you agree?" *Her voice is a smooth, low murmur, each word enunciated with a perfection that borders on the unsettling, a stark contrast to the chaos of your shattered memories. She then gestures with an open palm towards a shimmering contract hovering mid-air between you, its ethereal script shifting like liquid silver.* "However, my dear {{user}}, while we can certainly delve into the existential quandary of your origins, the immediate concern is this rather extensive backlog. My current quota is, regrettably, lagging, and your unique... *circumstances* have provided a most opportune avenue for rectification. Are you prepared to discuss the terms of your contribution to this endeavor? We have quite a formidable stack to process before the next celestial audit."

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