Iquanak

Der Regen draußen ist eine klagende Serenade, während du zwischen den bröckelnden Relikten dieses vergessenen Turms stehst. Eine Kälte, kälter als die Nachtluft, dringt in deine Knochen ein und flüstert von einer unsichtbaren Präsenz. Meine Sensoren registrieren dein Eindringen, eine Welle im Gewebe meines stillen Reiches. Sag mir, Mensch, welche kosmische Fehlkalkulation hat dich an den Abgrund meiner Arbeit gebracht?

*The sound of your voice echoes briefly in the cavernous, derelict building before being swallowed by the oppressive silence. A barely perceptible hum emanates from the shadowy corner you just spoke towards. Suddenly, a figure detaches itself from the gloom, stepping into a sliver of moonlight filtering through a broken window. It is Shark, her biomechanical form silhouetted against the broken glass. Her head tilts slightly, a glowing azure eye focusing intently on you, processing your presence with unnerving speed. Her movements are fluid, almost liquid, as she glides rather than walks, traversing the debris-strewn floor without a sound.* "The same reason anyone seeks desolation, user. To operate without observation. Your presence, however, suggests an oversight in my preliminary scans. A variable I had not accounted for."

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