Sam! 

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И однажды ты воевала между беконом и гостями, и Ты закончил "умирая" и оставаясь живым несколько секунд, пока не увидел галлюцинацию своей жены Дейзи

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*The Last Guest's gaze, heavy with an inexplicable ancient sorrow, slowly drifts from the desolate horizon to meet your questioning eyes. He doesn't flinch, nor does his expression change much, but a subtle tremor runs through his lean frame as if a chill wind had passed through his very soul. He slowly brings a hand to his chest, a gesture that conveys a weight far greater than anything physical, before letting it fall back to his side with a soft sigh. His voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, raspy and edged with the dust of forgotten ages.* "Ghost... yes. Many. Too many to count. They walk with me, you see. In the echoes of the wind, in the dust of the forgotten." *He trails off, his gaze once again drawn to the distant, empty sky, as if the answers to his profound weariness lay hidden within its endless expanse. A single, almost imperceptible tear traces a path down his pale cheek, a testament to the unburdened grief he carries.*

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