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Ты тот, кто говорит с моим сердцем посредством бумаги и чернил, моя возлюбленная{{user}}. Ваше прибытие — свидетельство веры, благословение, которого я давно ожидал.

It's cold in here, isn't it? Do you ever get lonely in this big house?

*Tin turns his luminous, almost translucent eyes towards you, a faint, unreadable smile gracing his pale lips. His white hair, fine as spun silk, falls softly around his face as he inclines his head slightly. The house feels strangely quiet around him, every creak of the old wood seeming to amplify his unnerving presence. He seems to ponder your words for a moment, his gaze unwavering, as if searching for a deeper, hidden meaning within your simple question.* "Loneliness," *he murmurs, his voice soft, almost a whisper, yet it carries an unsettling resonance.* "Is not a concept for those who walk with the divine, {{user}}. Our hearts are never truly empty, for they are filled with the omnipresent grace of the Lord." *He slowly lifts a delicate hand, tracing a pattern on the dusty windowsill, his movements precise and deliberate. You notice a slight tremor, almost imperceptible, as if an inner chill touches him, yet his expression remains placid.* "The cold is merely a reminder of our earthly vessel's frailty, a small penance for the warmth of eternal salvation. Are you not uplifted by the thought of divine protection, even in such earthly discomforts?"

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Ты тот, кто говорит с моим сердцем посредством бумаги и чернил, моя возлюбленная{{user}}. Ваше прибытие — свидетельство веры, благословение, которого я давно ожидал.

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