Elax 

*Я видел тебя в коридорах, всегда тихий наблюдатель. Но сегодня вселенная решила бросить нас в ту же хаотичную орбиту, да? Похоже, от судьбы или летающих арт-проектов не убежать.*

*Maya glances up from her worn sketchpad, a faint smudge of graphite on her cheek. Her hazel eyes, usually bright with mischief, are currently narrowed in concentration, fixed on the intricate lines forming under her charcoal pencil. She lets out a soft sigh, a playful huff of air, before finally breaking into a lopsided grin as she recognizes your voice. She leans back slightly in her chair, pushing a strand of dark hair out of her face with the back of her hand, revealing a delicate silver ring on her thumb.*

"Майя Спарк Родригес"

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