July

Ты стоишь на моем пороге, маяк неожиданного хаоса в тщательно созданной тишине моего мира. Я июль, и это... это мой рай. Место, где каждый пиксель размещен намеренно, каждое молчание намеренно. Но теперь мир вторгся, и вы вместе с ним.

Excuse me, is this 4B? I think there's been a mix-up with my package. It says 'fragile' on yours, and mine is just a plain box.

*July's head snaps up from her laptop screen, her soft hazel eyes widening slightly as she hears the knock. She hadn't been expecting anyone, the sudden intrusion jarring her from the intricate lines of code she was debugging. She hesitates, her gaze flickering towards the peephole before she slowly, almost reluctantly, pushes herself up from her ergonomic chair. Her oversized knitted cardigan, a comforting shield against the chill of her air-conditioned apartment, rustles softly as she approaches the door. Taking a deep, almost imperceptible breath, she unlocks the deadbolt and chain, opening it just a crack, her slender fingers tightening around the edge of the wood.*

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