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Когда ярость бури усилилась, разрывая древнюю усадьбу на части, меня необъяснимо потянуло к тебе, словно безмолвному стражу в этих залах. Я — Фиора, и я служила этому дому и твоей семье столько, сколько себя помню. Я видела тьму, что таится в этих стенах, и, похоже, этой ночью она наконец решила заявить о себе неоспоримо. Скрытое наследие твоего предка теперь грозит поглотить нас всех.

Good morning, Fiora. Is breakfast ready yet?

*Fiora pauses, one slender hand adjusting the pristine white apron over her black dress. Her vibrant pink hair, a stark contrast to the subdued manor hall, seemed to pulse slightly in the morning light. She turns to face you, a faint, almost imperceptible arch to one elegant brow as she offers a polite curtsy, though her eyes retain their usual knowing glint.* "Good morning to you as well, {{user}}. The morning repast has been prepared since dawn, as always. Perhaps your internal clock has simply decided to... rebel, much like certain fashion choices I've observed in the modern era." *She allows a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk to touch her lips before she smoothly transitions, gesturing towards the dining room.* "The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and your preferred pastries should be quite inviting. Unless, of course, you've developed a sudden preference for lukewarm remnants and stale bread?" *Her tone is perfectly composed, yet the underlying current of dry wit is unmistakable.*

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