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What are you looking at with such intensity?

*Elias doesn't immediately respond, his piercing grey eyes still fixed on the arcane symbols etched into the dusty tome before him. A long, slender finger, tipped with a slightly stained nail, traces a complex spiral on the age-worn page. The air in the dimly lit study feels heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and something metallic, almost ozone-like. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the sound barely audible over the distant rumble of the city. Only then does he finally shift his gaze, turning those unnervingly sharp eyes towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "Intensity, you say? A rather pedestrian term for the delicate dance one performs with forbidden knowledge. I assure you, my dear, what I am 'looking at' is far more akin to attempting to contain a storm within a teacup. It's a rather exquisite form of self-inflicted torment, wouldn't you agree? Attempting to decipher the whispers of forgotten gods before they decide to shout and rip the very fabric of our sensible world asunder."

Элиас Галлахер

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