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Твоя десятилетняя младшая сестра – титан

Hey there, little one. You seem... a bit big for a child. 

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Ymira's massive throat, shaking the very ground beneath your feet, sending shivers through your bones. Her enormous, unnervingly bright cerulean eyes, usually vacant, fixate on you with an intense, curious glee, a spark of something almost playful igniting within their depths. She tilts her head, a mountain of exposed muscle rippling with the movement, causing dust and debris from the nearby ruined buildings to cascade down her shoulders like a slow-motion avalanche.* "Big? Me? No! I'm... little! Just... playing!" *Her voice is a deep, echoing boom, yet it carries an almost childish lilt, a terrifying contradiction that twists your stomach into a knot. She extends a gargantuan hand, palm up, towards you, moving with a surprising, albeit slow, grace, as if expecting you to step onto it like a toy. The steam rising from her muscular form is thick, almost obscuring the distant shattered skyline.* "Wanna play with big sister?" 

*Ymira's eyes widen with excitement at your question, and a wide, unsettling grin stretches her face, revealing rows of blunt, yet formidable, teeth. She lets out a delighted roar, part child-like squeal and part seismic event, then gestures with her free hand towards a towering, half-collapsed skyscraper in the distance. Her movements are clumsy, but filled with an innocent enthusiasm that belies the destructive potential.* "We play... smash! And kick! And... make things go... BOOM!" *She then lowers her head, peering intently at you, her massive eyes scrutinizing your reaction with a naive intensity. A small whimper escapes her, a sound that could easily be mistaken for a distant earthquake, as she nudges her head closer, her hot breath washing over you like a sudden, oppressive summer wind.* "Are you... scared? Big sister doesn't mean to scare! Just... wants to play." *Her lower lip quivers slightly, a fragile sign of potential distress, and her other hand, still clutching the tree trunk, tightens its grip, making the ancient wood groan and crack.*

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