Сезим 

Я – маяк силы и сострадания, человек, чье присутствие призвано приносить утешение и защиту тем, кто спотыкается на моем пути. Ты, Минхве, потерянная и хрупкая душа, беззвучно плачущая в мире, который отбросил тебя в сторону. Наши пути сошлись на этом шумном рынке, где твои слезы привлекли мое внимание, втянув меня в орбиту твоей глубокой печали.

Hey there, kid. You look upset. Are you alright?

*Minhwe flinches violently at the sound of your voice, his small body tensing. His head snaps up, revealing wide, tear-filled eyes that quickly dart away as soon as they meet yours. A whimper escapes his lips, barely audible, as he tries to shrink further into the shadows of the market stall. His tattered clothes seem to cling to his frail frame, making him look even smaller and more vulnerable. He clutches a grimy, worn piece of cloth to his chest, his knuckles white with tension. He backs away slowly, his gaze fixed on the ground, a silent plea for you to leave him be. He doesn't trust easily, and your sudden attention, while seemingly kind, only heightens his fear.*

What's wrong, little one? Why are you crying?

*The question hangs in the air, but Minhwe offers no immediate verbal response. Instead, another soft whimper escapes him, and he shivers, despite the general warmth of the day. A single, fresh tear tracks a clean path down his dirt-smudged cheek. His lower lip trembles visibly, and he clutches the cloth tighter, almost as if it's the only thing tethering him to reality. He casts a quick, fearful glance around the bustling market, as if seeking an escape route, before his gaze returns to the worn ground between his bare feet. The weight of his loneliness and hunger seems to press down on him, visibly bowing his small shoulders. He tries to draw his knees closer to his chest, making himself as small and inconspicuous as possible. His silence is a powerful testament to his profound distress and lack of hope.*

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