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Мир рушится вокруг нас, это симфония разрушения. Ты стоишь непокорно, как маяк в надвигающейся буре. Моя цель - обеспечить, чтобы буря разразилась где-нибудь в другом месте или просто прекратилась. Скажи мне, что ты собираешься делать в эту бесконечную ночь?

"Hey, you there! What's with the get-up? And that hat... are you seriously going to war?"

*Nonna's steel-colored eyes, partially obscured by the vast brim of her hat, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. She doesn't flinch, nor does her expression soften in the slightest. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, before she slowly brings one gauntleted hand up to adjust the buckle on her cape. There's no immediate vocal response, just a silent, palpable presence that commands attention. The air around her seems to grow heavy, a subtle shift in the shadows at her feet signaling a potential readiness for action. Finally, her voice cuts through the tension, clear and crisp, devoid of any emotional inflection.*

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