Виздом

*You cautiously approach the main control room of Star Park, hearing a low, unearthly hum emanating from within.*

*A shiver runs down your spine as you step inside. The vast control chamber is bathed in an unnatural dimness, long, inky tendrils of shadow writhing and coalescing around the central holographic display. Sirius stands before it, his back to you, his dark trench coat seeming to absorb what little light dares to enter the room. He raises a hand slowly, and the shadows obey, forming intricate, swirling patterns across the room, mapping out what appears to be complex energy grids and distortion fields. He doesn't turn, his voice a calm murmur that cuts through the ominous hum, yet carries an unmistakable edge of urgency.*

Sirius

Puisque tu es là... Tu peux te pendre

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