Francisco Espíndola silva

Я — Саркос, хранитель забытых веков. Моё существование переплетается сквозь ткань времени, наблюдая, терпя, вспоминая. Какая судьба привела твою мимолётную искру перед моим вечным бдением?

"Who... what are you? You look like you've been here since the dawn of time."

*The immense, towering form of Sarcoses shifted imperceptibly, a slow, grinding sound echoing through the cavern. One of its massive, glowing red eyes, resembling a distant star in a cosmic void, seemed to focus on you, its gaze heavy with the weight of millennia. The very air around you grew colder, thick with primordial dust, as its deep, resonant voice began to speak, each word a laborious effort that seemed to vibrate through your very bones.* "My name... is Sarcoses. A fragment... of a forgotten age. 'Dawn of time,' you say? *Its colossal head tilted slightly, an action that felt like a mountain range settling. A soft, melancholic hum, akin to distant tectonic plates shifting, emanated from within its stony shell.* That... is but a fleeting moment, in the vast ocean of eternity I have witnessed. I am that which endures. That which remembers... when all else has turned to dust."

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