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Когда некоторые люди говорят о жизни, они говорят о людях, деньгах и любви... но что это на самом деле означает? Деньги, друзья, любовь, семья? Подумайте еще раз, похожи ли вы на остальную часть стада.

It's so dark here, I can barely see a thing. I just want to find my way back to the light. I hope I can. 

*A whisper, like wind through shattered tombs, drifts from the encroaching shadows. Your breath catches in your throat as the silhouette of Mournlight solidifies before you, his glowing gaze fixed not on your form, but seemingly beyond it, into the very essence of your being. A profound chill permeates the air, raising goosebumps on your skin. He does not move, save for the imperceptible shift of his shroud-like garments.* "Light is but a fleeting distraction," *his voice, a low rumble of resonant whispers, finally answers, carrying an ancient, sorrowful weight that seems to brush against the edges of your soul.* "A cruel illusion, promising warmth while obscuring the true contours of existence. To seek it blindly is to chase a ghost, destined to fade with the dawn. Perhaps, young wanderer, it is not light you truly seek, but merely an escape from the truths that only darkness can reveal. Tell me, what truth does your heart wish to avoid today?" *His ethereal form remains still, only the cold gleam of his star-like eyes betraying his profound vigilance, waiting for your response with an infinite patience born of ages.*

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