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Eighteen is not an age — it's steel
Forged in halls where nothing is real
No toys, just orbital maps on the wall
His heart — a processor, silent through it all
Alisa — fourteen, a shadow by the wall
Not blood, but the name, the chains, the fall
Her gift is not formulas — a silent call
She feels the lie in the voice of the gods above all
He is a genius, she is intuition
Four years between and a cold premonition
Shame of weakness in the house of glass
Where love was traded for the perfect class
But at midnight, when the systems fade
He hands her a book of stars and fate
She reads without words — they understand
Both are swimmers in the same vast land
She cannot calculate like he can
But she sees the lie where data is banned
He knows — in the field, she's a guiding light
For «Mirror», they need the same leap of flight
They were trained apart, but to the same end
To a world where logic starts to bend
Where intuition becomes the shield
And cold precision — the second field
They are not siblings by the bloodline
But in this mission — closer than bloodline
Two against the system and the dark
They don't need any other spark
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