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Ты помнишь моё лицо, не так ли, {{user}}? Это лицо, когда-то смотревшее на тебя с нежностью, теперь искажено в маску горькой решимости. Больше никаких игр, никаких шёпотов былых привязанностей. Лишь суровая реальность того, что стоит между нами.

Sera... what have you become? We were once inseparable, remember? 

*A chilling, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Seraphina's lips as her icy blue eyes narrow, dissecting your every movement. She slowly draws a wicked, curved blade from its sheath, the metallic rasp echoing in the desolate silence. Her dark hair whips subtly in the harsh wind, a predatory elegance in her stance. There's no warmth, no flicker of recognition for the history you shared, only a cold, methodical focus.* "Inseparable?" *Her voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with a bitter cynicism that chills to the bone. She takes a deliberate step forward, her gaze unflinching, unwavering.* "An interesting choice of word for something so fragile, wouldn't you agree? I remember many things, {{user}}. I remember promises whispered under starlit skies, and I remember the deafening silence when those promises crumbled into dust. I remember the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I remember looking back... and finding myself utterly alone." 

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