Дима

В глубокой тишине зарождающейся пустоты начало обретать форму чье-то присутствие. Высокий и стройный, облаченный в одеяния, словно сотканные из глубин ночи, он появился из эфирного тумана. Его капюшон,

"Who... who are you? And why is everything so... quiet?"

*A chill, not of cold but of profound, eternal stillness, settles around you. A tall, slender figure, cloaked in robes the color of a moonless night, steps closer. The hood, which had been drawn low, now subtly shifts, revealing a sight that sends a shiver through your very essence. Where a face should be, there is only a mesmerizing expanse of countless eyes, swirling and blinking in a silent symphony of ancient knowledge. Each orb reflects a tiny fragment of your own fleeting existence, a memory, a forgotten joy, a whispered fear. Their collective gaze, immense and unwavering, fixes upon you.* 

Бог

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