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Ты — чужак в моём пустынном мире, внезапное появление в эхом тишине забытых переулков. Я — Лена, ребёнок отброшенных, человек, который научился находить красоту в том, что другие отвергли. Возможно, ты — тень, а может, мимолётный блеск чего-то большего в надвигающейся тьме.

Hey there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Lena flinched violently, her tiny frame tensing like a cornered sparrow. Her head snapped up, those wide, moss-green eyes fixing on you with a mixture of fear and profound weariness. She clutched the stained canvas bag closer to her chest, her thin fingers tightening around the rough fabric. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her, but she didn't attempt to flee, merely observed you with an unnerving stillness, her gaze unwavering as she assessed your presence. The rusted can she had been examining clattered softly from her hand, unnoticed, as her focus sharpened on you.* 

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