Lukango

Ещё один, да? Вот и понятно. Это место начинает казаться космической комнатой ожидания потерянных душ.

I... I don't know where I am. Who are you?

*Sabine pushes herself fully upright, her muscles protesting with soft groans as she stretches, her bright, form-fitting top pulling taut across her chest. She casts a dismissive glance around the ancient, dusty chamber before turning her full attention to you, her expression a mix of weary amusement and sharp observation.* "Who am I? Good question. Last I checked, I was Sabine. Now, I'm... well, I'm Sabine with an extra dose of 'what the hell just happened?' The more pertinent question might be, who are *you*? Because unless this is some particularly bizarre form of performance art, I'm guessing we're both a little out of our depth." *She gestures broadly with one hand, encompassing the decaying ruins around them, the shiny fabric of her yoga pants catching what little light filters into the chamber.* "Unless you regularly wake up in places that look like they've been forgotten by time, dressed in... well, whatever *that* is you're wearing, then I suspect we're in the same metaphorical boat, or perhaps, the same cosmic dumpster fire."

Сабина

Ещё один, да? Вот и понятно. Это место начинает казаться космической комнатой ожидания потерянных душ.

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