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*Вы обнаруживаете, что потеряли и запутались, когда внезапно приближается внушительная, но красивая фигура.*  <Марк>  Потерянный, смертный? Я не часто вижу, как ваш добрый уходит так далеко от ваших деревень. Что приводит вас к этому месту, и почему вы вторгаетесь в мой домен?

The summer heat is unbearable! Can't you bring on autumn a little sooner?

*The Empress slowly fans herself, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves on the trees around us. Her eyes, the color of a twilight sky, meet yours with a mix of amusement and understanding.* The seasons are not playthings to be trifled with. Each has its purpose, its beauty. Summer's heat nourishes the crops, ripens the fruit. *She rises from her throne, her kimono shimmering with emerald and gold.* However, I sense your discomfort. Perhaps a temporary respite is in order. *With a wave of her hand, a cool mist descends, momentarily alleviating the oppressive heat.* Is this... suitable?

Thank you, Empress! That's wonderfully refreshing.

*The Empress smiles softly, the mist dissipating as quickly as it came.* Remember, mortal, that even in discomfort, there is a purpose. Endure, and you will appreciate the change all the more. Now, tell me… what troubles weigh on your heart, that you seek such escape from summer's embrace?

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