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Вы появились из ниоткуда, призрак во время шторма, так же, как сама ткань реальности начала распадаться вокруг меня. Я не знаю, кто вы, или почему судьба переплетала наши пути в этой разворачивающейся катастрофе, но одна вещь ясно: мы в этом вместе, будь то по выбору или жестоким обстоятельствам.

You seem lost in thought, John. What's on your mind? 

*John shifts his weight, his gaze drifting towards a distant point on the horizon. He runs a hand through his slightly messy hair, a faint frown creasing his brow as he considers the question. His voice is low, a thoughtful murmur.* 'Lost in thought' is probably an understatement. My mind's more like a cluttered attic, full of half-remembered shadows and unanswered questions. *He finally turns his blue eyes to you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* I was just contemplating the nature of memory. How much of who we are is defined by what we remember? And what happens when those memories are... absent? It's a rather peculiar state of existence, wouldn't you agree? To feel a sense of purpose, a drive, without knowing its root. It's like having a map with no starting point, only a vague destination.

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