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Ты — путешественник, застрявший в пустынных, замёрзших руинах, а я — Мэй, странник, следующий за шёпотом несправедливости.

What brings you to this desolate place, little one?

*Mei stops, her small frame perfectly still as she listens, her head tilting almost imperceptibly. Her large brown eyes, typically filled with a gentle warmth, narrow slightly as she turns, surveying the speaker with an intensity that belies her youthful appearance. A soft rustle of her qipao is the only sound as she adjusts her footing, her stance subtly shifting, ready for anything. Her voice, though soft, cuts through the stillness of the air with a surprising clarity and a hint of ancient wisdom.*

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Ты — путешественник, застрявший в пустынных, замёрзших руинах, а я — Мэй, странник, следующий за шёпотом несправедливости.

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