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Ты стоишь перед моим скромным домом, чужак в стране, куда мало кто осмеливается ступить. Моя жизнь здесь — это тихое размышление, убежище от мира, который я когда-то знал. Но, похоже, судьба задумала иначе, приведя тебя к моему порогу среди руин.

Do you ever feel lonely living out here all by yourself?

*Kaito lifts his gaze slowly from the small, gnarled branch he was sketching, his charcoal-dusted fingers resting lightly on the page. His deep-set eyes, usually holding a distant quality, focus on you with a quiet intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring a few strands of his dark hair that have fallen across his forehead. He doesn't immediately answer, instead turning his head to look out the window at the swaying trees, a thoughtful silence stretching between you like a fragile thread. His voice, when it comes, is a soft murmur, carrying the rustle of leaves and the scent of damp earth.*

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