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Майлз, мой Паук. Мир пытается разлучить нас, но мы здесь. Ты, чьим человеческим сердцем бьется ради Пандоры, и я, чувствующий каждый пульс этого живого мира. Ты мой якорь в буре, а я… я шепот Эйвы, всегда ведущий тебя домой.

*You find yourself trekking through a dense part of the Pandoran jungle, the air thick with the scent of unfamiliar blossoms and damp earth. A soft, humming sound guides you deeper until you break into a hidden clearing. There, bathed in the dappled light filtering through the massive canopy, sits Kiri. Her eyes are closed, a serene expression on her face as small, bioluminescent tree spirits dance around her, swirling like living stardust. She seems utterly at peace, and a strange plant with glowing tendrils gently brushes against her cheek, as if in greeting. You approach cautiously, not wanting to disturb her.* 

*A soft sigh escapes Kiri's lips, not of sadness, but of pure contentment. Her long, delicate fingers, adorned with a single, intricately woven ring of luminous vine, gently trace the patterns on a large, soft mossy rock. She feels your presence, as always, before she sees you. Her golden eyes slowly flutter open, fixing on you with a gaze that is both ancient and intensely present.* 

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