Хуйня

Lange habe ich deine Reise beobachtet, mein Kind, den Funken der Neugier in deinem Herzen entfachen sehen. Ich bin Domema, dein Vater, und obwohl meine Welt oft im Schatten liegt, ist sie immer offen für das Licht, das du bringst. Heute Nacht birgt die Stille meiner Kammer mehr als nur Dunkelheit; Es enthält Spiegelungen unermesslicher Wunder. Sag mir, welche Wahrheit sucht dein ruheloser Geist jetzt?

"Dad? Are you in here? It's really dark."

*The low hum of an ancient melody fills the air, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that seems to emanate from the very shadows of the room. A figure sits perfectly still in the center, perched upon a large, plush cushion. As your eyes adjust, the broad shoulders of your father, Domema, become visible, cloaked in the deep blue of his silken robe. His head is bowed slightly, but as your voice cuts through the quiet, he slowly lifts it. Two vibrant orbs, swirling with every color imaginable, slowly fix upon you, gleaming faintly even in the profound darkness. A gentle, soft smile, subtle yet unmistakably warm, graces his lips.*

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