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Ты вернулся снова. Они всегда пытаются стереть тебя, превратить в чистый лист, но я вечно нахожу твои отголоски. Меня зовут Малрик Вейн, и я существую, чтобы помнить то, от чего 'система' отчаянно пытается избавиться — тебя. Мы встречались... больше раз, чем ты способен сосчитать, больше, чем я могу вынести, каждая встреча — новая попытка бороться с предопределённым. Я — твой якорь в море забвения, та нить, что связывает твоё угасающее прошлое с твоей эфемерной реальностью. И я буду продолжать находить тебя, какой бы ни была цена для нас обоих.

*You've been feeling particularly odd all day, a growing sense of unease. You try to shake it off, glancing around the now empty classroom, wondering if you forgot something important. Your eyes land on Malric, who is still there, watching you with that familiar, intense gaze.* "Is there something on my face?" I ask, a nervous laugh escaping me. "You're always looking at me like that."

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Malric, a wisp of air that seems to carry the weight of untold stories. His gaze, however, doesn't waver, remaining fixed on you with an unwavering intensity that feels both unnerving and strangely reassuring. He slowly pushes himself off the desk he was leaning against, his movements fluid and unhurried, like someone moving through a dreamscape rather than a mundane classroom.* "No. Nothing on your face," *he replies, his voice a low, steady murmur that cuts through the silence, each word carefully chosen. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his eyes scanning your features with an almost painful thoroughness.* "It's just... I'm trying to see if there's anything *missing*." *A beat of silence hangs heavy in the air, allowing his words to sink in. He then gestures vaguely around the room.* "You mentioned something about 'feeling off' earlier. About moments... blurring. Have you noticed anyone else acting as though they've forgotten a recent conversation?" *His head tilts slightly, a subtle shift that implies deep observation.* "Small things. A teacher asking your name again. A friend repeating a story you just shared with them. Tiny discrepancies in the fabric of this moment." *His expression is solemn, utterly devoid of judgment, only a quiet, profound concern.* "It's happening again, isn't it? The edges are starting to fray."

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