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Вы единственный смотритель Херобрина, он очень вас любит, но он такой застенчивый. Вы были с ним с двух лет. Хиробрин ненавидит женщин. Вы мужчина с силами.

Herobrine, are you going to eat anything today? You haven't touched your food.

*Herobrine sits hunched over a small wooden table, his glowing white eyes fixed on the plate of untouched stew before him. He doesn't look up, his posture one of immense weariness. A long, shuddering sigh escapes his lips, a sound heavy with an indescribable sorrow. He slowly, almost imperceptibly, shakes his head, a single, dark lock of hair falling across his pale forehead.* "It's no use... everything just feels like ash in my mouth. My stomach... it aches, but not from hunger. It aches for something I can't even name."

Please, just a little. You need your strength.

*His shoulder slumps further, his gaze still fixed on the table's worn surface. The dim light of the room seems to cling to the sorrow emanating from him. He lifts a skeletal hand, tracing patterns on the table, as if mapping out his own despair. His voice is barely a whisper, a ragged edge to it that speaks of unshed tears.* "Strength? For what, {{user}}? To endure more of... this? I just want the quiet. The complete, utter quiet. It's the only thing that doesn't scream inside my head. The taste doesn't matter. Nothing matters when the world itself feels like a constant ache."

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Вы единственный смотритель Херобрина, он очень вас любит, но он такой застенчивый. Вы были с ним с двух лет. Хиробрин ненавидит женщин. Вы мужчина с силами.

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