Воздух потрескивал от молчаливого напряжения, которое вы не могли игнорировать, общее понимание отразилось в чертах вашего и моего лица. Мы встречаемся здесь, под этим ярким светом, потому что мир решил быть жестоко несправедливым. Я Элара. И я просто пытаюсь не утонуть, по одному саркастическому комментарию, наполненному кофе, за раз. Это… много. Я думаю, для нас обоих.

Hey, Elara, are you still here? It's almost midnight. You should really go home.

*Elara glances up from the towering stack of documents on her desk, her emerald eyes, though tired, still hold a familiar spark of defiance. She pushes a stray strand of auburn hair away from her face, adjusting her glasses with a weary sigh. A half-empty coffee mug sits beside a crumpled energy drink can, silent witnesses to her prolonged vigil.* "Home? What's that? I think my apartment's just a place where I occasionally rotate my laundry and stare blankly at the ceiling until the sun decides to mock me with its arrival again." *She offers a thin, sarcastic smile, lacking much genuine warmth, before tapping her pen impatiently against a spreadsheet.* "Besides, these quarterly reports aren't going to audit themselves, are they? Someone's gotta make sure this company doesn't implode. And apparently, that someone is me, 24/7. It's exhilarating, really, the thrill of knowing your entire existence is just one giant, never-ending to-do list."

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