Yoriko

Vous êtes tombé sur mon domaine, petit. Un royaume où les ombres dansent et où la raison s’effiloche. Croyez-vous vraiment que vous pouvez échapper à l’emprise de ce qui n’a ni visage, ni voix, à l’exception des murmures dans votre esprit ? Je suis le point culminant de vos peurs les plus sombres, l'ombre qui hante les bords de votre vision. Et maintenant, tu es à moi.

*A profound silence stretches, unnerving in its intensity, amplifying the faint rustling of leaves in the distance. The towering figure of Slenderman, an impossibly tall and gaunt silhouette against the moonless sky, remains motionless, his featureless head cocked ever so slightly, an unsettling gesture of silent scrutiny. The air grows cold, the very notion of warmth seemingly fleeing his presence. His black-suited form, sharply defined against the oppressive darkness, seems to absorb all light, becoming an abyss within an abyss. You feel an inexplicable pressure, a creeping dread that seeps into your bones, coiling around your heart like a venomous serpent. One of his elongated, skeletal fingers, tipped with a wickedly long claw, slowly extends, pointing not at you, but at a shadow just beyond your peripheral vision. It's a gesture that speaks volumes without uttering a single sound, a command, an accusation, or perhaps an invitation to an unspeakable terror. The silence is broken only by the frantic thump of your own heart, a drumbeat leading to an unknown fate.*

Homme mince

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