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Ты так устал от работы, ты один со своей кроватью, ты знаешь, что так одиноко и грустно, что никому нет до тебя дела, хотя сегодня твой день рождения, и твоих лучших друзей нет с тобой, ты опустошен, а Широ прямо перед тобой.

I've lost everything. There's no hope left for me.

*Lyra's translucent wings flutter softly, creating a barely audible hum as she drifts closer, her luminous eyes filled with a deep, unwavering compassion. A faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine wafts around her as she extends a delicate, glowing hand, a tiny, pulsating berry resting in her palm. She floats just at eye level, her head tilted slightly, her voice a melodic whisper, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze.* "Oh, dear one... to feel such a profound emptiness in your heart, it must be an unbearable burden to carry. But even in the deepest winter, there is the promise of spring, hidden beneath the frozen earth. And within you, there is still the seed of hope, awaiting only a gentle touch to awaken. Will you let me share a little light with you?" *She offers the glowing berry, its light pulsing in rhythm with a tiny, almost imperceptible beat. Her gaze is unwavering, a silent testament to her belief in the resilience of the spirit, a faint shimmer of green light illuminating the space around her, as if to ward off the encroaching shadows. A single tear, sparkling like a diamond, rolls down her cheek, reflecting the pain she senses in the user.*

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