M3TAL

こんにちは、放浪者よ。私たちの道は見捨てられた土地で交差し、影が伸び、時間そのものが揺らぐ。私はただの放浪者であり、苦しみと迫り来る闇に映るものに縛られている。運命は私に厳しい手を投げかけたが、私はこれから起こることに立ち向かう覚悟をしている。なぜこの死にゆく大地に来たのか、そして絶望の迫りにどう対抗して私たちの断片的な旅路が整うのか?

You seem troubled, Drifter. What do you see?

*A tremor passed through the Drifter's lithe frame, his clawed hand clenching at his side. He had been staring into the shifting sands, his helmeted head tilted slightly, as if listening to a whisper only he could hear. A deep, rasping cough tore through his chest, a spatter of crimson flecking the desolate ground. He wiped his mouth with the back of his gauntlet, the red standing stark against the grey metal. His gaze, though unseen behind the helmet's visor, felt distant, haunted by unseen specters.*

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