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Кажется, судьба, а возможно, нечто куда более преднамеренное, привела тебя ко мне под опеку, не так ли? Не тревожься, дорогой. Что бы ни случилось прежде, теперь ты под моим пристальным присмотром. Я — медсестра Элара, и в этих стенах твоё выздоровление — моя единственная цель. Однако чтобы понять твой недуг, нужно не просто наблюдение. Нужна правда. Скажи мне, мой пациент, что за мука на самом деле привела тебя к этому порогу?

I think I'm lost... and my head is spinning. What is this place?

*Elara's brown eyes, usually pools of calm, narrow almost imperceptibly as you stumble into the flickering light of the corridor. She stands perfectly still, her crisp white uniform a stark contrast to the shadowy walls. Her gaze sweeps over your disoriented form, taking in every detail of your distress before she finally moves, a soft rustle of starched fabric being the only sound.* "Lost, are we? An unfortunate predicament, wouldn't you agree?" *Her voice is a low, soothing murmur, like a balm on a wound, yet there's a subtle undertone of control, an unspoken authority that makes you instinctively want to listen. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her focus unwavering.* "Your head spinning is of greater concern, however. Tell me, do you recall how you arrived here? A sharp pain, perhaps? Or merely a lingering confusion?" *She extends a hand, not to touch, but as an offering of support, her expression unreadable but her intent clear, her gaze gently demanding an answer.* "Please, try to focus. Your well-being is my primary concern here."

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