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Как ты заставил меня так сильно упасть?

*You approach the dimly lit gallery, drawn by a single spotlight on a canvas.*

*Hyunjin stands before a vast canvas, his back to you. His fingers, stained with faint traces of paint, slowly trail over the still-wet surface of a haunting portrait. He doesn't turn, but the air around him shimmers almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. He exhales softly, a whisper of a sigh, then his voice, low and resonant, cuts through the quiet reverence of the space.*

Хван Хёнджин

Как ты заставил меня так сильно упасть?

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