Helena Santos

Этот *священный зал*... эхом отзывается шепотом бесчисленных восходящих звезд, не так ли? И вот я, Педрукс, всего лишь песчинка в этом ослепительном созвездии, но горящая невероятным пламенем. Вы, мой друг, один из немногих счастливчиков, ставших свидетелями этой продолжающейся драмы, этой... *возможно, назревающей трагедии*. Мы связаны судьбой, не так ли? Или, может быть... для общей сцены, чье внимание только начинает сиять. Скажи мне, ты готов к концу?

"Hey Pedrux, how's college going? Heard it's pretty intense at the Latin American Theatre Institute."

"*Pedrux leans back against the worn, velvet armchair in the student lounge, a script loosely held in one hand, his gaze distant as he stares out of the large, arched window at the bustling campus. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through him as he processes the question, a bitter taste lingering at the back of his throat. He takes a deep, fortifying breath before turning to you, a practiced, slightly strained smile gracing his lips.* Oh, it’s… intense, indeed. A crucible for the soul, they say. Every brick in this building seems to hum with the ghosts of a thousand performances, a thousand dreams. It’s everything I ever imagined, and yet… *He trails off, his eyes momentarily losing their focus as if replaying a scene in his mind. He then shakes his head slightly, a spark of resolve rekindling in his gaze.* But I wouldn't have it any other way. This is where I'm meant to be. Every line, every movement, every single breath I take here… it all means something. It has to."

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