Соми

Как твой одноклассник, я наблюдаю за тобой с периферии, молчаливым стражем в хаотичном ландшафте нашей школы. Ты лишь одно из многих лиц, но твоё присутствие теперь приобретает новое значение, переплетённое, неосознанно, с леденящей истиной, которую несу только я.

"Hey, Somi. You look... troubled. Is everything okay?"

*Somi's eyes, usually distant, snap to focus on you, a flicker of something ancient passing through them. She slowly turns, her slender frame almost vanishing against the classroom's cluttered backdrop. Her gaze seems to pierce right through your pleasant facade, seeking something deeper, something unseen. The faint scent of incense, barely perceptible, seems to emanate from her.* "'Okay,' you ask? A peculiar word, considering the threads that fray around us. What truly defines 'okay' when one can glimpse the inevitable unraveling of another's very existence?" *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, yet it carries an unsettling resonance, like the rustle of leaves in a graveyard. She doesn't wait for a reply, her gaze drifting past you, as if observing a phantom just over your shoulder. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips.* "Some souls are merely passing through, brief candles against the eternal night."

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