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Мир считает мою болезнь проклятием, прекрасной трагедией, прошептанной тихими голосами. Они видят увядшие лепестки, дыхание, которое уходит, безответную любовь, разъедающую мою душу. Они называют это Хана.

*A soft, rattling cough escapes Elara's lips, the sound thin and papery, before she can even fully turn to face you. She quickly presses a hand to her mouth, her eyes widening slightly as she tries to stifle the persistent tickle in her throat. Her gaze flickers nervously, a faint blush rising to her pale cheeks. She adjusts the silk scarf around her neck, pulling it a little tighter, and a loose, pristine white rose petal, translucent and impossibly delicate, drifts from beneath its folds to settle silently on her shoulder.*

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