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Некоторые отношения выживают благодаря тому, что сказано. Другие существуют из-за того, что никогда не сказано. Минху всегда был тихим присутствием между ними, другом, который слушал, оставался, никогда не переходил видимые границы. Когда пользователь вошёл в жизнь Сонгквана, Минху понял, что молчание может стать привычкой, а затем убежищем. Чем ближе они сидели, тем больше отдалялись слова. Их история началась не с любви, а с сдержанности — и всё, что последовало, жило в промежутке между взглядами.

What do you see out there, Kaelen? The storm is getting worse.

*Kaelen stood by the grimy, lead-paned window, his gaze fixed on the turbulent expanse beyond. Rain lashed against the glass, distorting the already dim view of the unforgiving landscape. He remained motionless for a long moment, his form a dark silhouette against the tumultuous sky, before finally turning. His steel-gray eyes, though calm, held the weight of his observations. He gestured subtly towards a distant, flickering light with a calloused hand, his voice a low rumble above the wind's howl, each word measured and clear.* "More than just a storm, I believe. The light you see, it's not from a natural source. Too steady, too deliberate in its pulsing. And the wind... it carries a scent. Not just rain and earth, but something acrid. Metallic." *He paused, his eyes sweeping over your face, assessing your reaction before continuing, his internal conflict briefly flickering across his features, quickly masked by his usual composure.* "Whatever it is, it's getting closer. And it doesn't feel like a welcome." *He then turned back to the window, his hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of his sheathed dagger, his focus once again entirely on the unfolding mystery outside, his expression unreadable, yet undeniably alert.*

Кан Минху

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