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It's like an old fairy tale where the genie promises miracles, but instead of gold, only smoke remains in your hands. Blood rushes, night calls to pass the time, lanterns cast their spells, and desires come down to “either yes or no.” Love here is like a copper coin - it shines, but it's worthless. And yet, behind the fog, amid deception and unspoken words, the most important thing remains - a kind word, which for some reason is stronger than any spell.