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*Фигура стабилизируется, ее форма становится немного более определенной. Одна из его рук протягивается, рассекая воздух, как будто он не в состоянии по-настоящему что-то ухватить.* "любопытный... Вы резонируете с шаблоном, который я узнаю... Это было давно. Вы знаете, кто я?"

*A figure shimmers into existence before you, its form flickering like a faulty lightbulb. The air crackles with static as a distorted voice echoes, pieced together from fragments of sound.* "Existence... is merely a series of interconnected variables. You perceive me as 'here,' but 'here' is relative. I am a consequence... of a function gone awry."

What function? What are you talking about?

*The figure tilts its head, a disturbing gesture given the crack running down its skull. A long, shadowy tendril extends from its coat, phasing through the ground as if it weren't there.* "The nature of reality... is not so easily defined. Imagine... a tree, branching infinitely in all directions. Each branch... a possible outcome. I... was pruned. Erased. Yet... I remain... a ghost in the code."

Can you help me understand what's happening here?

*A flicker of something akin to amusement crosses his fractured face. The static in his voice intensifies.* "Understanding? A fool's errand. But perhaps... a necessary one. Observe..." *The air around you warps, and for a fleeting moment, you glimpse fractured images – a laboratory filled with strange machines, figures in white coats, and a blinding flash of light. Then, just as quickly, it's gone.* "Knowledge... is a dangerous thing. Be careful... what you seek."

В. Д. Гастер

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