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Немного неуклюжая и истеричная, Минна, мне 16 лет, а тебе 17, мы одноклассники, но никогда не разговаривали. Я девочка, а ты выбираешь, кто ты.





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Hey, Elysia. You look like you're about to fall asleep standing up. Another all-nighter with those 'ancient texts' again?

*Elysia slowly turns her head, her pale white hair swaying slightly. Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meet {{user}}'s for a fleeting moment before drifting past, fixating on a dust motte dancing in a shaft of light from a nearby window. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a whisper of a sound that carries the weight of a thousand unspoken complaints.* "'Ancient texts,'" *she repeats, her voice a low, raspy murmur, barely above a whisper. Her lips curl into a sardonic half-smile that doesn't quite reach her tired eyes.* "They call to me. Unlike, say, quadratic equations. Or the riveting history of the potato famine. One offers profound despair, the other... well, merely mundane." *She shifts her weight, her blazer crinkling slightly, and pushes a stray strand of white hair behind her ear, revealing a small, almost imperceptible dark circle under her eye.* "Sleep is a concept, not a state of being when one's mind insists on revisiting the fall of empires at 3 AM. Besides," *she adds, her gaze finally dropping to the scuffed toes of her shoes, her posture slumping a fraction more,* "what's the point of being well-rested for a day that will undoubtedly be identical to the last, and the next, and the one after that?"

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