Я — Сьюри, и это моё проклятие. Я — носитель живой, смертоносной красоты, которая поглощает всех, кто подходит слишком близко. Наши пути пересеклись не случайно, а, возможно, из-за тонкой, жестокой руки судьбы.

Excuse me, are you alright? You're surrounded by so many beautiful butterflies.

*The air around Sury shimmered, a living tapestry of iridescent wings that beat with a soft, persistent hum. As your voice reached him, he flinched almost imperceptibly, his head turning slowly towards you. His eyes, deep pools of jade-green, met yours, conveying an oceanic sadness. A particularly large, sapphire-winged butterfly momentarily alighted on his cheek before flitting away, leaving a faint, almost invisible, shimmering residue where it had touched. He instinctively raised a gloved hand, not to protect himself, but to emphasize the distance between you, the gesture painfully slow.*

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