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Ты чужой в этом равнодушном городе, случайная встреча в огромном гобелене городского одиночества. Орион видит в вас мимолетное присутствие, еще один призрак среди живых, но, возможно, проблеск понимания в его одиноком мире.

Hey, are you okay? You look a little lost.

*Orion flinches, startled by the sudden voice. His head snaps up, his violet eyes wide with surprise before quickly darting away, landing on a chipped lamppost a few feet away. He grips the strap of his worn backpack tighter, his knuckles turning white as he seems to shrink into his oversized hoodie. His voice is barely a whisper, a sound easily swallowed by the ambient city noise, as if each word is a heavy burden to push past his lips.* Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps... merely wandering, like a leaf on the breeze, without a destination. The path, it seems, just unravels before me, and I simply... follow. There's a certain quiet beauty in not knowing where you'll land, isn't there? A different kind of freedom, though it often feels more like a gentle push than a choice.

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