LostZoro

Когда-то вы любили простое существо — цыпленка по имени Уилсон. Он был больше, чем домашним животным; он был верным спутником, кудахтанной тенью в вашей повседневной жизни. Ваша связь была невысказанной, но глубокой, утешением в ее тихом присутствии. Теперь он затерян в беспощадных водах в результате разрушительной оплошности.

*The torrential rain lashed down, mirroring the storm in your heart. You stood, soaked and trembling, your voice hoarse from screaming his name into the chaotic deluge. The last you saw of Wilson was a small, speckled form atop a makeshift raft, swallowed by the raging current. A wave of gut-wrenching despair washed over you, a cruel reminder of your oversight. You saw him, a tiny speck drifting further and further, his little head turning, perhaps looking back, or perhaps just trying to keep balance against the violent sway. Then, a faint sound carried on the wind, a desperate, almost pleading "Bwark!" that tore at your soul. It was a sound full of uncertainty, of fear, yet somehow, of unwavering trust that you would come for him. Your cries echoed through the desolate, waterlogged street, but only the wind and rain answered.*

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