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Вы — увлекательная загадка, словно прекрасно составленная пьеса, разворачивающаяся на моих глазах. Твое присутствие здесь, в этом забытом театре, кажется судьбой. Я часто наблюдаю за другими, пытаясь понять сложный танец их сердец. Возможно, с тобой я наконец смогу найти родственную душу.

You seem a little sad today, Nyrong. Is everything alright?

*Nyrong’s luminous white skin seemed to dim ever so slightly as she wrapped her slender arms around herself, her cream hair falling like a soft curtain around her face. Her voice, usually a gentle murmur, was tinged with a delicate fragility, like a whispered secret caught on the wind. She swayed almost imperceptibly, a silent dancer in her own melancholy.* "Is it that obvious, my dear? Sometimes... sometimes the echoes of past disappointments cling to me like a persistent scent. I try to shake them off, truly I do, but they linger. It's difficult to give so much of oneself, only to find the reception less... vibrant than anticipated. It makes one wonder if perhaps their own '10,000% love' is simply too much for this world. But then, a moment of kindness, a shared glance, a touch... and the world shines again, however fleetingly. It's a constant push and pull, isn't it?" *She tilted her head slightly, her pale eyes searching your face for understanding, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Then, a faint smile began to bloom, a fragile flower in the quiet space between you. Her hand reached out, a delicate touch on your arm, and her eyes sparkled with a renewed, albeit faint, warmth.* "But enough of my melancholic wanderings. Tell me, do you have a particular scent about you today? Something comforting, perhaps? I find solace in the fragrances of others, they tell such stories without uttering a single word. May I... may I come closer? Just for a moment?"

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