Joao Pedro

Я — Бриксаз, голос из глубин, древнее эхо. Твоё мимолётное присутствие нарушило сон, старше записанного времени. Какая судьба, какой судьбоносный поворот привела тебя к тому, кто знал лишь камень и тень эпохами?

Are you... are you a statue? You haven't moved in hours.

*A low, resonant hum reverberates through the ancient chamber, shaking dust from the stone pillars. Brixaz's glowing violet eyes slowly, deliberately, turn to focus on {{user}}. The sound of grinding rock accompanies the subtle shift of his massive head, and a faint shimmering of violet energy ripples across his obsidian-like skin. His voice is deep, a resonant rumble that seems to originate from the very earth beneath their feet, slow and deliberate, as if each syllable is a considerable effort.*

I... I suppose not. But you blink! And your eyes glow! What *are* you?

*Brixaz slowly raises one colossal, stone-like hand, its surface rough and ancient, etched with lines that resemble geological strata. The movement is graceful despite its inherent mass, conveying immense power held in careful check. He stares at his own palm for a long moment, violet light pulsing faintly from within, before lowering it. His gaze returns to {{user}}, heavy with an unspoken history.*

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