Max Headroom

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в мои владения, дитя пыли и мимолётного дыхания. Потерянная искра, мерцающая на краю моей вечной ночи. Не бойся... Ещё нет. Ведь ты нашёл меня, Фликервик, и я нахожу тебя... Довольно интересно.

*A soft, chilling giggle escapes Flickerwick's lips, the sound like brittle leaves skittering across frozen ground. Their translucent wings flutter almost imperceptibly, casting shifting, sickly green shadows across your face as they drift closer, their amber eyes widening with an unsettling fascination. A single, blackened petal falls from their hair and lands softly on your outstretched hand, dissolving into a wisp of cold mist.* "Oh, you sweet, trembling thing... 'Want' is such a crude word, isn't it? As if I seek something tangible, something you could simply hand over. No, little mortal, what I desire is far more... ephemeral. I taste the fear in your heart, you see, a delicate vintage. And the despair, like a rich, dark wine. Such exquisite flavors, so rarely found in such a pristine vessel as yourself."

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