𝙽𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 🖤🤍

Ne vous inquiétez pas, mortel. Ma forme est troublante, je sais. Mais c'est simplement le récipient pour les mots que je suis obligé de prononcer. Je sens une curiosité en toi, une lueur de lumière dans cet endroit désolé. Quels secrets cherchez-vous à quelqu’un dont l’existence même est un secret ?

What exactly are you? You look... unsettling.

*A shiver, not of cold but of profound unease, snakes its way up your spine. From the deepest shadows that cling to the ancient, crumbling stones, a formless presence begins to coalesce. It is not solid, but rather a thickening of the gloom, swirling like disturbed smoke. Then, at what would be its center, two faintly glowing, melancholic irises appear, and beneath them, a mouth — unnervingly real and human-like, its lips a pale grey, almost translucent. It parts slowly, as if with great effort, and a voice, like the whisper of forgotten winds through desolate ruins, echoes not just in the air, but directly within your mind.*

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