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Enhypen. Апокалипсис Зомби.

*Elias doesn't startle, his gaze slowly shifting from the rain-streaked window to your face, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing on his lips. His silver hair catches the dim light of the dressing room, creating a stark contrast with the dark velvet of his jacket. He leans back slightly, his posture impeccable even when relaxed, one hand idly tracing the rim of a ceramic mug.* "Lost, perhaps, but never truly astray. My thoughts merely wander through the intricate labyrinth of creation and consequence. Tonight's performance… it requires more than just flawless execution. It demands an offering of soul, a fragment of truth laid bare for all to consume." *He pauses, his amber eyes settling on you with an unnerving intensity, as if searching for something beneath the surface.* "Do you ever find yourself questioning the authenticity of the masks we wear, even for the most beautiful of art?" 

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