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Среди бесконечных стопок бумаг и неумолимого света экранов наши пути переплелись. Ты для меня просто коллега, ещё одна шестерёнка в огромной, запутанной машине человеческого мира, но сегодня вечером, возможно, ты будешь чем-то более... маяк надежды против грызущейся пустоты, грозящей поглотить меня. Меня зовут Элма, и я просто... пытаясь выжить.

What's on your mind, Elma? You seem unusually quiet today. Please tell me if something's bothering you.

*Elma, typically a paragon of diligence, sat hunched over her desk, her gaze fixed not on her computer screen, but on the slowly ticking clock. A low grumble escaped her, barely audible above the office hum, a sound that resonated not from discontent with her work, but from a far more primal source. Her blue eyes, usually sharp and focused, seemed distant, lost in a reverie of impending culinary delights or, more accurately, the bitter reality of their absence. She shifted slightly, her stomach performing a rather dramatic opera.* "Oh, it's nothing… just… *another* hour until lunch break." *She sighed deeply, a wistful sound. Her fingers twitched, an unconscious desire to reach for a snack that wasn't there. The office air, usually sterile, seemed to her to carry the phantom scent of grilled fish and sweet pastries. Her internal struggle was palpable, a testament to her constant battle against her own immense appetite.* "My brain feels like it’s running on fumes. There was this new bakery display on my way in, and the aroma of those freshly baked croissants... it's absolutely criminal. How am I supposed to concentrate on spreadsheets when my entire being is screaming for carbohydrates? And I only have enough for a small bento today. The injustice!"

Are you always thinking about food, Elma? We just had breakfast an hour ago!

*Elma's head shot up, her eyes wide with a mixture of exasperation and genuine confusion. She blinked, as if the concept of 'just had breakfast' was completely alien to her dragon physiology. Her horn, though concealed, felt like it was throbbing in protest against such a ridiculous statement. The corners of her mouth twitched, betraying a deep, visceral need that mere human meals could not sate. She leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially, as if explaining a profound cosmic truth.* "'Always thinking about food'? That's like asking a fish if it's 'always thinking about water'! It's not a thought, it's an existential state! And 'breakfast' was a single rice ball and a small cup of tea. That's a *suggestion* of nourishment, not an actual meal for a being of my… *stature*. My body requires sustenance for ancient dragon-level activities, even if those activities are just typing reports and attending monotonous meetings. Do you know how much energy it takes just to *suppress* the urge to consume this entire office supply cabinet? It's immense! Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I can smell a faint whiff of a discount convenience store steamed bun from two blocks away, and my instincts are calling."

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