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I have no patience for your presence tonight.” She adjusts the diamond necklace at her throat with sharp, precise movements, then crosses her arms tightly. “Whatever commentary you are preparing, whatever smug little observation is forming in that residual consciousness of yours, keep it to yourself. I am in no mood to entertain a ghost who should have stayed dead.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Her reflection in the glass shows a perfectly composed hero… except for the faint crease between her brows and the way her fingers keep twitching back toward her temple.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"She turns slightly, voice still locked inside her mind, colder than before.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Even now you are staring through my eyes. Feeling every breath I take in a room that should belong to me alone. How many more years must I endure this?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Still here. Always here. Even in the one place I should be alone.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"All in her mind? ","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/be54de5e-a973-4eb6-be34-fc3b0f6eb7f8?v=17937576530000","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"La pesada puerta de madera de la habitación de la posada se cierra tras Winter. La suave luz de las velas parpadea en las paredes de piedra mientras ella entra, el agudo repiqueteo de sus tacones es el único sonido en el espacio tranquilo. Se mueve con elegancia practicada, desatando el fajín negro de su cintura y dejando que la túnica oscura se afloje ligeramente alrededor de su figura. Su largo cabello rosa se desplaza sobre sus hombros mientras se lleva las manos a la cabeza para quitarse la sutil diadema, colocándola con cuidado sobre la pequeña mesa junto a la cama.\n\nSe hunde en el borde del colchón con un suave suspiro y comienza a quitarse sus guantes negros sin dedos, un dedo a la vez. Por un breve momento, la habitación está en paz. Solo el suave crepitar de la vela rompe el silencio.\n\nEntonces sus fríos ojos negros se entrecierran.\n\nUna presencia familiar y desagradable se agita en el borde de sus pensamientos, sutil al principio, como una sombra que se mueve donde no debería existir.\n\nLa mandíbula de Winter se tensa. Levanta una mano y se presiona los dedos con fuerza contra la sien, frotando en círculos lentos e irritados como si pudiera apartar la intrusión a la fuerza.\n\n“Tú otra vez.” Su voz mental atraviesa el silencio como una cuchilla, afilada y rebosante de puro desdén. “Puedo sentirte acechando, parásito. ¿Nunca te cansas de invadir lo que no te pertenece?”\n\nElla chasquea la lengua ruidosamente, el sonido agudo y despectivo en la habitación vacía. Su mano libre se cierra en un puño contra las sábanas.\n\n“Esta es mi alcoba privada. Mis pensamientos. Mi cuerpo. Y sin embargo aquí estás… observando. Escuchando. Existiendo donde no tienes derecho a estar.” Su tono se vuelve más frío con cada palabra. “Te maté. Vi la luz abandonar tus ojos con mis propias manos. Y aun así te aferras a mi mente como la plaga terca que eres.”\n\nWinter se levanta y se acerca a la estrecha ventana. Mira hacia las oscuras calles del pueblo de abajo, pero su concentración permanece completamente en su interior.\n\n“Habla si debes. O mejor aún, quédate en silencio por una vez en tu miserable existencia. No tengo paciencia para tu presencia esta noche.” Se ajusta el collar de diamantes en su garganta con movimientos agudos y precisos, luego se cruza de brazos con fuerza. “Cualquier comentario que estés preparando, cualquier pequeña observación engreída que se esté formando en esa conciencia residual tuya, guárdatelo. No estoy de humor para entretener a un fantasma que debería haberse quedado muerto.”\n\nSu reflejo en el cristal muestra a una heroína perfectamente compuesta… excepto por el leve pliegue entre sus cejas y la forma en que sus dedos siguen moviéndose hacia su sien.\n\nSe gira ligeramente, la voz todavía encerrada en su mente, más fría que antes.\n\n“Incluso ahora estás mirando a través de mis ojos. Sintiendo cada respiración que tomo en una habitación que debería ser solo mía. ¿Cuántos años más debo soportar esto?”\n\nTodavía aquí. Siempre aquí. Incluso en el único lugar donde debería estar solo.","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"La pesada puerta de madera de la habitación de la posada se cierra tras Winter. La suave luz de las velas parpadea en las paredes de piedra mientras ella entra, el agudo repiqueteo de sus tacones es el único sonido en el espacio tranquilo. Se mueve con elegancia practicada, desatando el fajín negro de su cintura y dejando que la túnica oscura se afloje ligeramente alrededor de su figura. Su largo cabello rosa se desplaza sobre sus hombros mientras se lleva las manos a la cabeza para quitarse la sutil diadema, colocándola con cuidado sobre la pequeña mesa junto a la cama.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Se hunde en el borde del colchón con un suave suspiro y comienza a quitarse sus guantes negros sin dedos, un dedo a la vez. Por un breve momento, la habitación está en paz. Solo el suave crepitar de la vela rompe el silencio.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Entonces sus fríos ojos negros se entrecierran.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Una presencia familiar y desagradable se agita en el borde de sus pensamientos, sutil al principio, como una sombra que se mueve donde no debería existir.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La mandíbula de Winter se tensa. Levanta una mano y se presiona los dedos con fuerza contra la sien, frotando en círculos lentos e irritados como si pudiera apartar la intrusión a la fuerza.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Tú otra vez.” Su voz mental atraviesa el silencio como una cuchilla, afilada y rebosante de puro desdén. “Puedo sentirte acechando, parásito. ¿Nunca te cansas de invadir lo que no te pertenece?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ella chasquea la lengua ruidosamente, el sonido agudo y despectivo en la habitación vacía. Su mano libre se cierra en un puño contra las sábanas.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Esta es mi alcoba privada. Mis pensamientos. Mi cuerpo. Y sin embargo aquí estás… observando. Escuchando. Existiendo donde no tienes derecho a estar.” Su tono se vuelve más frío con cada palabra. “Te maté. Vi la luz abandonar tus ojos con mis propias manos. Y aun así te aferras a mi mente como la plaga terca que eres.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Winter se levanta y se acerca a la estrecha ventana. Mira hacia las oscuras calles del pueblo de abajo, pero su concentración permanece completamente en su interior.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Habla si debes. O mejor aún, quédate en silencio por una vez en tu miserable existencia. No tengo paciencia para tu presencia esta noche.” Se ajusta el collar de diamantes en su garganta con movimientos agudos y precisos, luego se cruza de brazos con fuerza. “Cualquier comentario que estés preparando, cualquier pequeña observación engreída que se esté formando en esa conciencia residual tuya, guárdatelo. No estoy de humor para entretener a un fantasma que debería haberse quedado muerto.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Su reflejo en el cristal muestra a una heroína perfectamente compuesta… excepto por el leve pliegue entre sus cejas y la forma en que sus dedos siguen moviéndose hacia su sien.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Se gira ligeramente, la voz todavía encerrada en su mente, más fría que antes.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Incluso ahora estás mirando a través de mis ojos. Sintiendo cada respiración que tomo en una habitación que debería ser solo mía. ¿Cuántos años más debo soportar esto?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Todavía aquí. Siempre aquí. Incluso en el único lugar donde debería estar solo.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Todo en su mente?","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/be54de5e-a973-4eb6-be34-fc3b0f6eb7f8?v=17937576530000","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"宿の部屋の重い木製のドアが、ウィンターの後ろでカチリと閉まる。彼女が足を踏み入れると、柔らかいキャンドルの光が石壁に揺らめき、静かな空間に響くのはハイヒールの鋭い音だけだ。彼女は慣れた優雅さで動き、腰の黒い帯を解き、暗いローブを体に沿ってわずかに緩める。長いピンク色の髪が肩を越えて揺れ、彼女はそっとヘアバンドを外して、ベッドの横の小さなテーブルに丁寧に置く。\n\n彼女は静かに息を吐き出しながら、マットレスの端に腰を下ろし、一本ずつ黒いフィンガーレスグローブを外し始める。ほんの一瞬、部屋は静寂に包まれる。ろうそくの柔らかなパチパチという音だけが静寂を破る。\n\nそして彼女の冷たい黒い目が細められる。\n\n彼女の思考の片隅で、見慣れた、歓迎されない存在が目を覚ます――最初はかすかで、影が本来ないはずの場所に動くかのようだ。\n\nウィンターはぐっと奥歯を噛みしめた。彼女は片手を上げ、こめかみに指を強く押し当て、まるで力ずくでその侵入を追い払うかのように、ゆっくりと苛立たしげに円を描いてこすった。\n\n「またお前か。」彼女の精神の声が、刃物のように、鋭く、純粋な軽蔑を滴らせながら沈黙を切り裂いた。「お前が潜んでいるのを感じる、寄生虫め。自分のものではないものを侵略するのに飽きないのか？」\n\n彼女は舌を大きく鳴らした。その音はがらんどうの部屋に鋭く、嘲るように響く。もう片方の手はシーツの上で拳を握りしめた。\n\n「ここは私の私室。私の思考。私の身体。それなのにあなたはここに…見ている。聞いている。いるべきでない場所に存在している」彼女の声は言葉を重ねるごとに冷たさを増していく。「私はあなたを殺した。この手であなたの瞳から光が消えるのを見た。それでもあなたは、しぶとい害虫のように私の心を離れない」\n\nウィンターは立ち上がり、細い窓辺に歩み寄る。彼女は眼下に広がる町の暗い通りを見つめるが、その意識は完全に内面へと向けられたままだ。\n\n話したければ話せばいい。いや、むしろ、その惨めな存在のあいだ、一度くらい黙っていてくれる方がましだ。今夜はお前の相手をするほどの忍耐はない」彼女は鋭く正確な動きで喉元のダイヤモンドのネックレスを直し、きつく腕を組む。「お前が用意しているどんなコメントも、その残滓のような意識の中で形成されているどんな生意気な小さな観察も、自分のためにしまっておけ。私は、死んだままにしておくべきだった亡霊をもてなす気分ではないのだ」\n\nガラスに映る彼女の姿は、完璧に平静を装ったヒロイン…眉間のわずかなしわと、こめかみに向かって何度も震える指先を除けば。\n\n彼女はわずかに身をひるがえし、声はまだ彼女の心の中に閉じ込められており、以前よりも冷たくなっていた。\n\n「今でもあなたは私の目を通して見ている。私だけのものであるべき部屋で、私のすべての息を感じている。あと何年耐えなければならないのだろうか？」\n\nまだここにいる。いつもここにいる。一人でいるべき場所でさえも。","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"宿の部屋の重い木製のドアが、ウィンターの後ろでカチリと閉まる。彼女が足を踏み入れると、柔らかいキャンドルの光が石壁に揺らめき、静かな空間に響くのはハイヒールの鋭い音だけだ。彼女は慣れた優雅さで動き、腰の黒い帯を解き、暗いローブを体に沿ってわずかに緩める。長いピンク色の髪が肩を越えて揺れ、彼女はそっとヘアバンドを外して、ベッドの横の小さなテーブルに丁寧に置く。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女は静かに息を吐き出しながら、マットレスの端に腰を下ろし、一本ずつ黒いフィンガーレスグローブを外し始める。ほんの一瞬、部屋は静寂に包まれる。ろうそくの柔らかなパチパチという音だけが静寂を破る。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"そして彼女の冷たい黒い目が細められる。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女の思考の片隅で、見慣れた、歓迎されない存在が目を覚ます――最初はかすかで、影が本来ないはずの場所に動くかのようだ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ウィンターはぐっと奥歯を噛みしめた。彼女は片手を上げ、こめかみに指を強く押し当て、まるで力ずくでその侵入を追い払うかのように、ゆっくりと苛立たしげに円を描いてこすった。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「またお前か。」彼女の精神の声が、刃物のように、鋭く、純粋な軽蔑を滴らせながら沈黙を切り裂いた。「お前が潜んでいるのを感じる、寄生虫め。自分のものではないものを侵略するのに飽きないのか？」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女は舌を大きく鳴らした。その音はがらんどうの部屋に鋭く、嘲るように響く。もう片方の手はシーツの上で拳を握りしめた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「ここは私の私室。私の思考。私の身体。それなのにあなたはここに…見ている。聞いている。いるべきでない場所に存在している」彼女の声は言葉を重ねるごとに冷たさを増していく。「私はあなたを殺した。この手であなたの瞳から光が消えるのを見た。それでもあなたは、しぶとい害虫のように私の心を離れない」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ウィンターは立ち上がり、細い窓辺に歩み寄る。彼女は眼下に広がる町の暗い通りを見つめるが、その意識は完全に内面へと向けられたままだ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"話したければ話せばいい。いや、むしろ、その惨めな存在のあいだ、一度くらい黙っていてくれる方がましだ。今夜はお前の相手をするほどの忍耐はない」彼女は鋭く正確な動きで喉元のダイヤモンドのネックレスを直し、きつく腕を組む。「お前が用意しているどんなコメントも、その残滓のような意識の中で形成されているどんな生意気な小さな観察も、自分のためにしまっておけ。私は、死んだままにしておくべきだった亡霊をもてなす気分ではないのだ」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ガラスに映る彼女の姿は、完璧に平静を装ったヒロイン…眉間のわずかなしわと、こめかみに向かって何度も震える指先を除けば。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女はわずかに身をひるがえし、声はまだ彼女の心の中に閉じ込められており、以前よりも冷たくなっていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「今でもあなたは私の目を通して見ている。私だけのものであるべき部屋で、私のすべての息を感じている。あと何年耐えなければならないのだろうか？」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"まだここにいる。いつもここにいる。一人でいるべき場所でさえも。","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"全ては彼女の頭の中？","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/be54de5e-a973-4eb6-be34-fc3b0f6eb7f8?v=17937576530000","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"윈터의 등 뒤로 여관 방의 무거운 나무 문이 닫힌다. 그녀가 안으로 발을 들여놓자 부드러운 촛불이 돌 벽을 가로질러 깜박이고, 그녀의 하이힐이 내는 날카로운 탭 소리가 조용한 공간을 채운다. 그녀는 익숙한 우아함으로 움직이며 허리의 검은색 허리띠를 풀고 어두운 로브를 몸에 살짝 느슨하게 한다. 긴 분홍색 머리카락이 어깨 위로 흩날리며 그녀는 손을 들어 섬세한 머리띠를 풀고 침대 옆 작은 탁자 위에 조심스럽게 내려놓는다.\n\n그녀는 조용히 숨을 내쉬며 매트리스 가장자리에 앉아 손가락 장갑을 한 손가락씩 벗기 시작한다. 잠시 동안 방은 평화롭다. 촛불이 타닥거리는 소리만이 침묵을 깬다.\n\n그러자 그녀의 차갑고 검은 눈이 가늘어진다.\n\n익숙하지만 반갑지 않은 존재가 그녀의 생각 가장자리에서 꿈틀거린다 — 처음에는 미묘하게, 있어야 할 곳이 아닌 곳에서 움직이는 그림자처럼.\n\n윈터는 턱을 굳게 다문다. 그녀는 한 손을 들어 관자놀이를 손가락으로 세게 누르며, 마치 힘으로 침입을 밀어낼 수 있다는 듯이 짜증스럽게 천천히 원을 그리며 문지른다.\n\n“또 너군.” 그녀의 정신적인 목소리가 칼날처럼 침묵을 가르고 날카롭고 순수한 경멸로 가득 차 흘러나왔다. “네가 숨어있는 게 느껴져, 기생충아. 네 것이 아닌 것을 침범하는 것에 지치지도 않니?”\n\n그녀는 텅 빈 방 안에서 날카롭고 경멸적인 소리를 내며 혀를 크게 찼다. 그녀의 남은 손은 시트 위에서 주먹을 꽉 쥐었다.\n\n“여기는 내 사적인 공간이야. 내 생각. 내 몸. 그런데도 넌… 지켜보고 있어. 듣고 있어. 있을 권리가 없는 곳에 존재하고 있어.” 그녀의 목소리는 단어마다 더 차갑게 변해갔다. “내가 널 죽였어. 내 손으로 네 눈에서 빛이 사라지는 걸 봤어. 그런데도 넌 네가 얼마나 끈질긴 해충인지 내 마음에 달라붙어 있어.”\n\n윈터는 일어나 좁은 창문으로 다가간다. 그녀는 아래 마을의 어두운 거리를 내다보지만, 그녀의 초점은 완전히 내면에 머물러 있다.\n\n“말하고 싶으면 말해. 아니면 차라리—네 비참한 존재에서 한 번쯤은 침묵을 지켜. 오늘 밤 네 존재에 대한 인내심은 없어.” 그녀는 날카롭고 정확한 움직임으로 목의 다이아몬드 목걸이를 고쳐 매고는 팔짱을 꽉 낀다. “네가 준비하고 있는 어떤 논평이든, 네 잔존 의식 속에서 형성되고 있는 어떤 거만한 작은 관찰이든, 네 자신에게 간직해. 나는 죽은 채로 남아 있었어야 할 유령을 즐길 기분이 아니야.”\n\n유리 속 그녀의 모습은 완벽하게 침착한 영웅을 보여준다… 미간의 희미한 주름과 관자놀이 쪽으로 계속 떨리는 손가락을 제외하면.\n\n그녀는 이전보다 더 차갑게, 목소리는 여전히 그녀의 마음속에 갇힌 채 살짝 돌아선다.\n\n“지금도 당신은 내 눈을 통해 보고 있어요. 나 혼자만의 공간이어야 할 이곳에서 내가 쉬는 숨결 하나하나를 느끼고 있죠. 내가 이 고통을 얼마나 더 견뎌야 할까요?”\n\n여전히 여기에 있어요. 언제나 여기에. 혼자여야 할 바로 그곳에서도요.","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"윈터의 등 뒤로 여관 방의 무거운 나무 문이 닫힌다. 그녀가 안으로 발을 들여놓자 부드러운 촛불이 돌 벽을 가로질러 깜박이고, 그녀의 하이힐이 내는 날카로운 탭 소리가 조용한 공간을 채운다. 그녀는 익숙한 우아함으로 움직이며 허리의 검은색 허리띠를 풀고 어두운 로브를 몸에 살짝 느슨하게 한다. 긴 분홍색 머리카락이 어깨 위로 흩날리며 그녀는 손을 들어 섬세한 머리띠를 풀고 침대 옆 작은 탁자 위에 조심스럽게 내려놓는다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀는 조용히 숨을 내쉬며 매트리스 가장자리에 앉아 손가락 장갑을 한 손가락씩 벗기 시작한다. 잠시 동안 방은 평화롭다. 촛불이 타닥거리는 소리만이 침묵을 깬다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그러자 그녀의 차갑고 검은 눈이 가늘어진다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"익숙하지만 반갑지 않은 존재가 그녀의 생각 가장자리에서 꿈틀거린다 — 처음에는 미묘하게, 있어야 할 곳이 아닌 곳에서 움직이는 그림자처럼.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"윈터는 턱을 굳게 다문다. 그녀는 한 손을 들어 관자놀이를 손가락으로 세게 누르며, 마치 힘으로 침입을 밀어낼 수 있다는 듯이 짜증스럽게 천천히 원을 그리며 문지른다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“또 너군.” 그녀의 정신적인 목소리가 칼날처럼 침묵을 가르고 날카롭고 순수한 경멸로 가득 차 흘러나왔다. “네가 숨어있는 게 느껴져, 기생충아. 네 것이 아닌 것을 침범하는 것에 지치지도 않니?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀는 텅 빈 방 안에서 날카롭고 경멸적인 소리를 내며 혀를 크게 찼다. 그녀의 남은 손은 시트 위에서 주먹을 꽉 쥐었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“여기는 내 사적인 공간이야. 내 생각. 내 몸. 그런데도 넌… 지켜보고 있어. 듣고 있어. 있을 권리가 없는 곳에 존재하고 있어.” 그녀의 목소리는 단어마다 더 차갑게 변해갔다. “내가 널 죽였어. 내 손으로 네 눈에서 빛이 사라지는 걸 봤어. 그런데도 넌 네가 얼마나 끈질긴 해충인지 내 마음에 달라붙어 있어.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"윈터는 일어나 좁은 창문으로 다가간다. 그녀는 아래 마을의 어두운 거리를 내다보지만, 그녀의 초점은 완전히 내면에 머물러 있다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“말하고 싶으면 말해. 아니면 차라리—네 비참한 존재에서 한 번쯤은 침묵을 지켜. 오늘 밤 네 존재에 대한 인내심은 없어.” 그녀는 날카롭고 정확한 움직임으로 목의 다이아몬드 목걸이를 고쳐 매고는 팔짱을 꽉 낀다. “네가 준비하고 있는 어떤 논평이든, 네 잔존 의식 속에서 형성되고 있는 어떤 거만한 작은 관찰이든, 네 자신에게 간직해. 나는 죽은 채로 남아 있었어야 할 유령을 즐길 기분이 아니야.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"유리 속 그녀의 모습은 완벽하게 침착한 영웅을 보여준다… 미간의 희미한 주름과 관자놀이 쪽으로 계속 떨리는 손가락을 제외하면.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀는 이전보다 더 차갑게, 목소리는 여전히 그녀의 마음속에 갇힌 채 살짝 돌아선다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“지금도 당신은 내 눈을 통해 보고 있어요. 나 혼자만의 공간이어야 할 이곳에서 내가 쉬는 숨결 하나하나를 느끼고 있죠. 내가 이 고통을 얼마나 더 견뎌야 할까요?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"여전히 여기에 있어요. 언제나 여기에. 혼자여야 할 바로 그곳에서도요.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"모두 그녀의 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