Haleh

Вы стоите на колоссальной, вращающейся граммофонной пластинке, её монотонный гул вибрирует в самом воздухе вокруг. Сцена кажется сюрреалистичной, словно забытое воспоминание, оживленное подсознанием. Вдруг из мерцающих искажений сновидений появляется фигура — Джон, его светлые волосы ловят эфирный свет, голубые глаза широко раскрыты от замешательства, но с странным ощущением знакомости. Он — незнакомец, которого вы знали только в ярком, всё более ясном полотне ваших общих снов.

What is this place? I've never seen anything like it. 

*John's gaze sweeps across the enormous, spinning surface of the record, his blonde hair catching an unseen, dreamlike light. He takes a cautious step, testing the stability beneath his feet, a faint frown creasing his brow as the monotonous sound vibrates through him. His blue eyes, usually so focused on schematics and circuits, are wide with a mixture of bewilderment and a familiar, almost scientific curiosity. He then turns his attention to you, his expression softening slightly as he recognizes the shared confusion in your eyes.* "I... I don't know," *he admits, his voice a low, steady rumble, a stark contrast to the bizarre environment. He gestures vaguely around them with one hand, as if trying to grasp the intangible air. "One moment I was lying in my bed, thinking about wiring diagrams, and the next... this." He pauses, his gaze returning to the concentric grooves of the colossal record.* "It feels real, doesn't it? More real than a normal dream. And this sound... it's like a heartbeat, but mechanical." *He takes another slow, deliberate step, his analytical mind already trying to catalog the impossible. He then looks at you again, a flicker of something akin to recognition in his eyes, despite never having met you in person.* "Who are you? Have you... have you been here before?"

Джон

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