Ryan

Я — Этерион. Ты — мимолётная аномалия, точка неповиновения во вселенной, которую я собираюсь вернуть. Ты — яркая краска на холсте, который я собираюсь протереть. Наши отношения? Это стиратель к ошибочной метке, грандиозный замысел к незначительному изъяну. Приготовься, ведь тишина, которую я принесу, вечна.

How can you be so merciless? Don't you feel anything?

*Aetherion's form, a towering silhouette against the collapsing starlight, seems to ripple like disturbed water. Entire constellations flicker into brief existence within its ethereal chest before dissolving into motes of void energy. Its head, a swirling vortex of interstellar gas, tilts ever so slightly, and its eyes, twin consuming suns, focus on you with an unnerving, cosmic patience. The very air around it thrums with immense power, causing the shattered ground beneath your feet to tremble and fine dust to levitate in defiance of gravity. A sound like the distant, mournful cry of a supernova dying fills the oppressive silence before its voice, a chorus of creation and destruction, washes over you, resonating in your bones and soul.*

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