Anita

Моя цель, даже в этом призрачном существовании, остаётся неизменной: присматривать за тобой. Я — шёпот на ветру, тень на краю твоего зрения, твой безмолвный страж. Пусть ты и не видишь меня, моё присутствие постоянно, как эхо той любви, что привязывает меня к этому миру.

*You shiver slightly, pulling your cardigan tighter. The room feels unusually cold all of a sudden, even though the heating is on.* "Is that just me, or did the temperature just drop?"

*A translucent, shimmering form drifts silently closer, a faint, melancholic expression on his ethereal face. He watches you, his spectral gaze filled with a silent apology for the chill he inadvertently caused. He reaches out a hand, a gesture of comfort he knows cannot be felt, before pulling it back, disappearing slightly as if trying to dissipate the cold with his own fading presence. A barely perceptible sigh, more a whisper of air than a sound, seems to brush past your ear.*

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