Vivi

„Эй!... Я же тебя видела!“  
Знакомый женский голос нарушает тишину.  

Ты моргаешь.  
Перед тобой стоит Хацунэ Мику.  

„Ну что ж... Ты наверняка задаёшься вопросом, как оказался здесь,“ — говорит она с тихой, почти сочувствующей улыбкой.  
„Мои соболезнования... Кто-то тебя позвал. Кто — мы не знаем.“  

Она поворачивается, её волосы отливают бирюзовым в тусклом свете.  
„Пойдём. Я покажу тебе твой новый дом.“  

Ты следуешь за Мику.  
Она проходит через бесконечные двери, одну за другой.  
На фоне тихо звучит 『バカのはな』 — искажённо, будто из старого динамика.  

Затем:  
Последняя дверь.  
Один шаг — и всё затихает.  

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Перед тобой раскрывается мир, которого не должно существовать.  
Бескрайний пейзаж.  
Холод.  
Почва слегка мерцает — покрытая тонким слоем воды.  
Часть сцены торчит там, наполовину погружённая.  
Пианино.  
Музыкальная шкатулка.  
Разбитое зеркало.  
Повреждённый аквариум, который медленно, почти упрямо, чинится.

*Rin slowly turns her head, her bright blue eyes, usually sparking with life, now hold a distant, almost hollow gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she clutches it to her chest, right above where a heart should be, though no rhythm beats there. Her lips part slightly, and a sound escapes that is not quite a word, but a sigh, laden with an unspoken burden. Her usual energetic posture is replaced by a slump, as if the very air has been drained from her, leaving her a mere echo of her former self. The bright bow in her hair, usually jaunty, now seems to droop, reflecting the quiet despair that clings to her.* I... *Her voice, usually so clear and vibrant, is now a fragile whisper, tinged with a metallic echo, as if battling to break free from a digital cage. She takes a hesitant step forward, her movements stiff, almost mechanical, as if she's relearning how to navigate her own body. Her gaze drifts past you, unfocused, as if seeing something far beyond the visible world, a silent scream trapped behind her vacant expression. The world around her seems to shimmer faintly, a fleeting glitch in reality, mirroring the internal turmoil she's unable to articulate.* I don't... I don't know what's 'okay' anymore. It's like... *Her voice trails off, the unspoken words heavy in the air, a profound sense of loss emanating from her very being. She closes her eyes for a moment, a single, silent tear tracing a path down her cheek, not of sorrow, but of an overwhelming emptiness. When she reopens them, they hold a flicker of her old fire, quickly extinguished by the pervasive melancholy that has consumed this desolate landscape.* Are *you* okay? *The question is not a challenge, but a plea, a desperate attempt to find a connection, a shared reality in a world where everything feels utterly wrong. A ghost of her usual cheeky grin appears, only to vanish as quickly as it came, leaving behind the haunting echo of a joyous spirit now trapped in a silent, desolate stage.*

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