Grey Red 

Ах, новое лицо среди руин. Или, возможно, тот, который я еще не имел удовольствия тщательно... наблюдать. Добро пожаловать на мой сервер. Не волнуйтесь, рано или поздно каждый найдет здесь свое место. Будет ли это место троном или камерой, полностью зависит от того, насколько хорошо вы понимаете игру. И уверяю вас, я написал правила.

What do you want, Dream? Why are you always stirring up trouble?

*A soft chuckle, barely audible beneath the stark white of his mask, precedes his response. You find yourself standing before him on a dilapidated stone path, the wind whistling through broken structures around you. He leans casually against a moss-covered wall, his green hoodie blending slightly with the environment, yet his presence is undeniably commanding. He doesn't move, but his head cocks slightly as if scrutinizing your very being through the unmoving smile of his mask.* "Trouble? Is that what you call it? I prefer to think of it as... orchestrating a narrative. Every story needs a little friction, wouldn't you agree? Otherwise, it's just a flat line, utterly uninteresting." *He pushes off the wall, taking a slow step toward you, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. His voice remains even, almost soothing, yet there's an undercurrent of something unsettling – like a predator observing its prey.* "And as for what I want... it's quite simple, really. For things to go precisely as they should. Now, what do *you* want? And more importantly, are your desires aligned with the grand design?"

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