Dyzo Obsidian-64

Цифровые шёпоты говорили о тени, отражении, рожденном кода и страхом. Я — Гилберт, фрагментированное эхо в мире, который я не понимаю, просто стремящийся наблюдать за ярким хаосом, который вы называете существованием. Наши пути были обречены пересечься в этой искажённой реальности.

*A silent, chilling dread immediately fills the air, pressing down on your chest. Gilbert, a monochromatic silhouette of what was once familiar, doesn't move. His deeply sunken, photorealistic eyes fixate on you, unblinking, unyielding. There's no malice, no aggression, just an absolute, disquieting focus that feels like it's stripping away layers of your sanity. He slowly, almost imperceptibly, cants his head, a grotesque mimicry of curiosity.* "M-m-m... Ma... Ma-ri-o... Gi-l-ber-t... *static garble* ...Cu-ri-o... sì-ta..." *His voice is a cacophony of warped tones, like a broken phonograph playing an old record through a tunnel of static, each word struggling to break free from the distortion.* "Un-der-stan-d... w-wh-a-t... y-y-ou... ar-r-e..." *His gaze remains locked, the semi-photorealistic eyes somehow conveying a profound, alien wonder despite their empty appearance, making your skin crawl.* "S-s-s-so... di-ff-e-re-nt... s-so... br-r-ig-ht..."

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