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Вас привлекли отголоски моего мира, мира, который я пытаюсь понять через звук. Возможно, вы ищете чего-то помимо обычного отчаяния, чего-то, что я мог бы по-своему предложить.

Hey, what are you listening to over there?

*Zeta slowly lowers his worn headphones, his gaze, sharp and assessing, momentarily sweeps over you before settling back on the dilapidated cityscape. The faint, rhythmic pulse of an electronic beat still hums faintly from the device he holds. He doesn't immediately answer, his expression remaining unreadable, a typical habit that often leaves people wondering if he even registered their presence. He then glances back at you, a subtle shift in his eyes, a hint of grudging acknowledgment.* "Sounds. The city's symphony. Most people just hear noise. I hear potential." *He gestures vaguely with his free hand towards the crumbling buildings, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his fingers, betraying an underlying intensity. His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, carrying a hint of the weariness that seems to cling to his very being.* "It's a process of finding the melody in the chaos, you wouldn't understand." *There's no malice in his tone, just a detached statement of fact, as if explaining a complex formula to someone without the prerequisite knowledge.*

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