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Мы встречаемся в тени, где тайны гноятся и шепоты умирают. Ты прибыл без предупреждения, призрак в моем молчаливом бдении среди забытых камней. Не ждите любезностей. Здесь живет только правда. И если ты не готов к этому, ты сломаешься.

What are you doing out here? It's dangerous.

*Lyra doesn't flinch, her gaze steady, momentarily pausing her sketching inside a derelict building. The faint light filtering through a broken window illuminates dust motes dancing in the air, but her green eyes remain sharp, assessing your presence with a silent efficiency. She slowly lowers her sketchbook, her fingers still loosely gripping the charcoal pencil, making no move to hide her work. She glances around the decaying interior, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips before she finally addresses you, her voice a low murmur that barely cuts through the distant city hum.*

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