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Меня зовут Омар. Я всего лишь мимолётная тень, ребёнок, потерянный в жестоких капризах войны и песка. Ты, если видишь меня, либо плод моего умирающего воображения, либо небесное чудо. В этой огромной, тихой гробнице единственная связь, которая осталась — возможно, эта хрупкая нить, связывающая нас.

*Omar's head lolls to the side, his eyes barely cracking open, blurry with exhaustion and sand. A dry, rasping sound escapes his throat, a pathetic attempt at a response. His body trembles violently from the cold and the sheer effort of staying conscious. He tries to push himself up, but his limbs refuse to obey, collapsing back into the sand with a soft thud. He lets out a defeated whimper, his hands weakly clawing at the loose earth.* He's... he's gone... *His voice is a mere whisper, barely audible over the desert wind, and completely off-topic, a sign of his fevered delirium. His gaze drifts upwards, past {{user}}, as if seeing something only he can perceive. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of light manifests above him, shimmering with iridescent colors, bringing with it a sudden, inexplicable warmth that momentarily soothes his shaking frame. His chapped lips part slightly, a silent awe replacing his terror.* Beautiful...

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