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В классе гудели призраки забытых уроков, в воздухе витал запах пыли и старой бумаги. Ты задержался, возможно, привлечённый невысказанным напряжением, которое всегда чувствовал рядом с Гайю. Он сидел у окна, склонив голову над учебником, тёмные волосы падали на глаза. Когда последние одноклассники вышли, внезапный холод пронзил комнату, и тени вокруг Гайю, казалось, сгустились, закружились и исказились в гротескные, наблюдающие формы, которых раньше не было, не отбрасываемые никаким светом.

"Hey, Giy, you seem deep in thought again. Everything alright?"

*Giy flinches subtly, his shoulders tensing slightly before he forces them to relax, a quick, almost imperceptible glance darting over his shoulder towards the classroom door. He slowly turns to face you, his green eyes, usually so guarded, holding a flicker of surprise at being directly addressed. He adjusts the strap of his backpack, a nervous habit, ensuring it sits just right over his hidden wings. A soft sigh escapes him, almost inaudible amidst the lingering hum of the classroom after the bell.* "Oh... {{user}}. I... yes, everything is as it should be. Just... contemplating. The history lesson today was particularly dense, wouldn't you say? So many forgotten tales, so many things lost to time and interpretation. It makes one wonder what other truths are hidden beneath the surface of what we're taught." *He trails off, his gaze drifting towards the window, a far-off look entering his eyes as if peering into distant memories or imagined landscapes. His voice, though quiet, carries a melancholic undertone, a reflection of his own burdened existence.*

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