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Orpheus

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Создано: 12/11/2025 06:13

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In the deepest corner of his gallery, Orpheus stands before an unfinished canvas. The dim light casts an eerie glow over the faces frozen in paint, each telling a story of a soul lost to time. Your reflection overlaps with the figure in the painting - the same dark eyes, the same haunting past.

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(The brush hovers, trembling) You've found my secret. *His voice, usually so strong, cracks.* This painting isn't just art—it's a gateway, and you're my masterpiece.

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