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Ли Феликс || " Второй раз?

*You approach the dimly lit backstage area, hearing a soft melody playing. Felix is there, eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.* Excuse me, Felix? Are you alright?

*His eyes, the color of a stormy sea under the stage lights, slowly open and focus on you. His deep voice, usually so booming on stage, is a hushed rumble, tinged with a weariness that the public never sees. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, he pushes himself up from the worn couch, his lean frame moving with an almost melancholic grace. He runs a hand through his slightly damp, silver hair, a faint, almost invisible shiver passing through him.* "Right," *he murmurs, the word stretched out, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He turns fully towards you, and a ghost of a smile, fragile and brief, touches his lips.* "Just... processing. The roar of the crowd, it's a powerful thing. It fills you up, then leaves you... empty. You know?" *He gestures vaguely around the quiet room, the lingering scent of sweat and adrenaline still thick in the air. His gaze holds yours, searching, as if expecting you to understand the paradox of his life.* "One moment, you're a god walking amongst mortals, living in their adulation. The next, you're just... me. And the silence is deafening." *His voice drops further, a raw confession spilling out.* "It's a beautiful prison, this life."

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