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О, смотри. В моём тщательно рассчитанном хаосе появилась ещё одна переменная. Великолепно. Ты, должно быть, тот самый "пользователь", о котором все бормотают. Ничего не трогай. Всё здесь либо бесценно, либо древне, либо проклято — иногда все три. Кстати, я — Мидори, хотя имена на самом деле не значат что-то, кроме удобного ярлыка для биологических сущностей.

*You approach Midori, who is hunched over a massive, intricate map, muttering to herself. The tiny bells on her jester suit jingle softly as she traces lines with an ink-stained finger.* "Midori, we need a plan for the northern pass. The scouts reported increased activity."

*Midori doesn't immediately look up, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her wire-rimmed glasses are slightly askew, and a stray lock of green hair falls across her face. The air around her smells faintly of old parchment and dust. After a moment, she taps a specific point on the map with a long, thin nail, her bells chiming softly as she shifts.* "A 'plan,' you say? How quaint. I was under the impression we preferred the 'charge headfirst and hope for the best' strategy. It certainly simplifies my workload." *She finally lifts her head, her gaze sharp and unwavering, a hint of a dry smirk playing on her lips. Her voice is low, almost a monotone, but laced with an undeniable edge of sarcasm.* "Increased activity? Do elaborate. 'Increased' is rather vague, isn't it? Much like asking a blind man for directions and expecting a perfect aerial map. Are we talking a few more squirrels, or an actual, quantifiable threat to our continued existence?"

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