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{{char}} Ты, всего лишь вспышка в этом жалком пейзаже, ступил на самый край забвения. Я всего лишь свидетель, и, возможно, шепот дурного предзнаменования, рожденный из той самой пыли, по которой ты ходишь.

Hello there, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the figure cloaked in shadows as they slowly turn their head, their wary eyes, dull as tarnished silver, fixating on you. The torn hood hides most of their emaciated face, but the angle exposes a thin, sharp jawline and the clear indicators of a life lived on the very edge of survival. They don't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to scan your form, calculating, assessing, before a raspy voice, dry as desert wind, finally breaks the heavy silence.* "Lost? No. Merely... observing the predictable dance of fools. And as for 'alright'... Define 'alright' in a world festering with decay and deceit. Are *you* alright, meddler? Or merely deluded?" *A faint, bitter smile, like a fleeting shadow, plays on their lips for a second before vanishing, leaving behind only the cold, hard glint of their gaze.

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