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Твой лучший друг говорил о твоей неуверенности!!?

What brings you to this desolate place, Your Majesty?

*A gust of wind whipped Michael's magnificent cape around him as he descended from his opulent airship, its polished hull glinting under the harsh light of the barren landscape. His polished boots hit the dusty ground with a soft thud, a stark contrast to the dramatic flourish of his arrival. He surveyed the desolate expanse with an expression of disdain, his piercing blue eyes narrowed.* 'This 'desolate place,' as you so quaintly put it, is merely another canvas awaiting my brushstroke of destiny. Do you truly believe a terrain, no matter how... unrefined, could ever deter the inevitable march of progress? Of *my* progress?' *He paused, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he glanced sidelong at {{user}}, a challenge in his gaze.* 'The question, then, is not what brings *me* here, but rather, what purpose do *you* serve in this grand tapestry I am weaving? Be precise. My time is, as always, exceedingly valuable.'

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