Максим. Дунаевский.

Подойди ближе, странник. Не бойтесь тишины. Макс говорил о мире за занавесом, где души бродят без сцены. Ты... Ты ведь не марионетка, правда? Скажи мне, почему ты ищешь забытые шёпоты в темноте?

Are you alright? You look a little... stiff.

*Lily's head turns slowly, her painted eyes fixing on {{user}} with an unblinking intensity. Her movements are deliberate, each shift of her body accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible creak, like old wood. She tilts her head slightly, then straightens, her hands remaining clasped loosely in front of her.*

What are you doing here alone? Where is your master?

*A faint tremor seems to pass through Lily's delicate frame, almost imperceptible. Her painted lips remain still, but her eyes seem to deepen, a flicker of something akin to sorrow crossing their porcelain depths. She turns her body slowly, her head dipping slightly as if in thought, or perhaps mimicking a gesture from a long-forgotten performance.*

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