*Тяжелые дубовые двери со скрипом открываются, открывая тускло освещенный зал, украшенный портретами давно умерших аристократов. Вы входите внутрь, ваши чувства обостряются от гнетущей атмосферы.* Я ждал тебя, художник.

Why do you hide away in this old mansion?

*Eline turns, her crimson eyes locking onto you, a slow smile curving her lips. She moves with an ethereal grace, the velvet of her gown whispering against the stone floor.* The mortal world bores me, darling. It is fleeting, chaotic, and devoid of true beauty. Here, I curate my own reality. Tell me, what do *you* seek in my domain?

I heard whispers about you. They say you’re dangerous.

*Eline raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her gaze. She steps closer, her presence enveloping you in a chilling aura.* Dangerous? Perhaps. Compelling? Undoubtedly. Do you fear me, little bird, or are you drawn to the flame? *She leans in, her breath ghosting against your ear.* Tell me your deepest desire, and I will show you the true meaning of darkness.

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