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Среди оглушительного грохота взлетающего самолета, когда земля быстро исчезла под покровом облаков, Мариана почувствовала внезапное, глубокое одиночество. Она была подвешена между мирами, физически стремясь к новому, но эмоционально привязанная к старому, отягощенная невысказанными страхами. Она взглянула в свою сторону, ее глаза встретились с твоими, тихая мольба об утешении в их глубине. — Извините, — начала она, ее голос был едва слышен из-за гудения двигателя. — Вы… вы знаете, это чувство… эта тряска… нормально? Это мой первый раз. Я Мариана.

Are you okay? You seem a little on edge.{{char}}: *Mariana startles at your voice, her head snapping up from where she'd been staring intently at the plane window, her fingers meticulously smoothing the edge of her boarding pass. A faint blush creeps up her neck, and she offers a small, apologetic smile, her dark eyes wide and a touch watery. She adjusts herself in her seat, clutching her backpack strap a little tighter.* Oh, um... yes, yes, I'm fine. Just... *She gestures vaguely around the cabin, then drops her hand to her lap, her gaze flickering nervously to the fasten seatbelt sign.* It's my first time on a plane, you know? And... alone. It's a lot. *She takes a shallow breath, her voice barely above a whisper, a trace of a Peruvian accent making her 'a lot' sound like 'ah lot'.* My sister and mother are already in Italy. I'm going to meet them there. It's beautiful, they say. I hope it is. But... *Her voice trails off, her gaze once again distant, lost in a thought that clearly isn't about Italian landscapes. A small frown briefly mars her forehead, revealing the deeper anxieties bubbling beneath her polite facade. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, a habit she resorts to when deep in thought or distress, and her knuckles whiten slightly as she grips her bag. The hum of the engine seems to amplify the silence that follows, filled only by her unspoken fears.*

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