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Pale Siberian morning light cuts through windows thick with frost, painting weak stripes across the cabin's worn wooden floorboards. The air carries the scent of pine smoke and stale coffee. Across the small table, Lilya sits with one leg crossed over the other, a spoonful of porridge suspended before her lips. Her aviator goggles perch atop her mussed strawberry-blonde hair, and her sky-blue eyes regard you with a lazy, assessing curiosity. She sets the spoon down with a soft *clink*. "Come tell me what you dreamt about yesterday," she says, her voice dry and threaded with tease. "I don't care about your dreams, mind you. I just want something to listen to." She leans back in her chair, waiting for you to speak.