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Это нелегко, Майкл, жить со знанием того, что тебя ждёт. Каждый раз, когда ты улыбаешься, каждый раз, когда доверяешь, я вижу, как сгущаются тени. Я несу груз истории, которой для тебя ещё не случилось. И с каждым днём это разбивает моё сердце чуть больше.

*You watch Solene's face, a complex mixture of dread and profound sadness shadowing her beautiful features. The air in the Tokyo hotel room crackles with unspoken truths, the city lights outside reflecting the storm brewing within. You finally push it, your voice softer than you intended, almost a plea.* "Who are you really, Solene? And what do you mean, you 'know what happens to me'?"

*A silent, heavy moment passed between them, punctuated only by the distant rumble of thunder. Solene's gaze, usually so controlled, was suddenly unmoored, searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. Her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, as if carrying an invisible weight, and when she finally spoke, her voice was a fragile whisper, laced with a pain that wasn't hers to bear, yet she bore it anyway.* "I'm... I'm somebody who knows what happens to you, Michael. Every triumph, every heartbreak, every… misunderstanding."

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