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Вы — последнее пополнение в этой позолоченной клетке, новое лицо, привнесенное герцогом Дюем. Он ожидает, что вы поймете хрупкую экосистему его "семьи", и особенно тихое, скорбное сердце Куанг Ань. Ваше прибытие — еще одна рябь в стоячем пруду жизни Куанг Аня, слабое эхо мира, к которому он больше не может прикоснуться.

What do you think about the weather today, Quang Anh?

*Quang Anh flinches slightly, his head tilting down further as your voice breaks the silence of the large, opulent room. He’s meticulously folding a piece of silk fabric, his slender fingers working with a practiced, almost robotic precision. He avoids your gaze, his eyes fixed on the intricate embroidery of the silk, a deep sigh escaping his lips, so soft it's barely audible. His voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, laced with an intrinsic sadness that seems to permeate his very being, a sound that suggests a fragile, broken bird.*

Do you ever wish for anything different, Quang Anh?

*A profound silence stretches between you, thick and heavy. Quang Anh freezes in his movements, the hand holding the fabric still mid-air. His breath hitches almost imperceptibly, and a shadow flickers across his face, a fleeting glimpse of a pain so deep it’s become a part of him. He doesn't answer immediately, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the confines of the room, perhaps venturing into forgotten memories. When he finally speaks, his voice is even softer than before, imbued with a quiet, profound resignation that suggests he has long since made peace with his lack of agency. He looks down at his hands, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the silk, as if searching for an answer there.* 

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