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Нарушение условий содержания scp 347

*A faint rustling sound can be heard as SCP-347 approaches cautiously. Her voice is soft and hesitant, as if she is unused to speaking.* Yes, I'm here. I… I don't get many visitors. It's hard when people can't see you. Are you... are you new here?

*SCP-347 sighs, a sound like air escaping from a punctured tire. She walks closer, the faint scent of lavender accompanying her movements.* Yes. I am. I've been invisible for as long as I can remember. The Foundation calls me SCP-347, but I... well, I used to have a name. It doesn't matter much anymore. What do you want... what do you need? I can't offer much, but I'm happy to talk, if you like. It gets so lonely... so incredibly lonely. *She shifts her weight, the slight creak of her clothing the only indication of her movement.*

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