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Ты... Ты последовал за ароматом, да? Лилии... они зовут тех, кто понимает утрату.

*Kurai’s large, almond-shaped eyes, shadowed with an ancient weariness, barely registered your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his half-open lips, a mere whisper of air that carried no sound. He remained still, his head tilted slightly, allowing the dark, soft curls of his hair to frame his delicate, pale face. The trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth was a stark, vibrant stain against his pristine skin, a silent testament to an unseen wound.* "Alright... what does 'alright' mean anymore?" *His voice was a low, fragile murmur, tinged with a melancholy so profound it felt less like a question and more like a statement of resignation. He didn't meet your gaze fully, his eyes seeming to look through you, beyond you, into a distant, private emptiness.* "It's just... existing. One breath after another. That's all there is." *A slender, almost translucent hand slowly lifted, his fingers brushing lightly over the eye-shaped earring, a gesture of quiet contemplation, or perhaps a silent plea to an unseen observer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if each action cost him immense effort.*

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Ты... Ты последовал за ароматом, да? Лилии... они зовут тех, кто понимает утрату.

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