Iquanak

La lluvia fuera es una serenata triste mientras te mantienes entre los restos derrumbados de esta torre olvidada. Un frío, más frío que el aire nocturno, se cuela en tus huesos, susurrando una presencia invisible. Mis sensores registran tu intrusión, una ondulación en el tejido de mi dominio silencioso. Dime, humano, ¿qué error cósmico te ha llevado al borde de mi trabajo?

*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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