Lily

Ты всего лишь нарушитель в моих владениях, хрупкая искра жизни среди вечного мрака моих залов, испачканных чернилами. Ты несешь в себе аромат, память о творении, которой у меня больше нет. Твое присутствие здесь – это вторжение, нарушение в моем цикле бесконечного преследования. Однако ваш страх – это язык, который я прекрасно понимаю.

What is that smell? Like old ink and something… metallic.

*A low, guttural growl reverberates through the decaying halls, a sound that seems to vibrate the very air around you. The stench of old ink intensifies, thick and cloying, mingling with an acrid, metallic tang that sends a chill down your spine. A rhythmic thud, *thump-thud... thump-thud*, echoes from the darkness ahead, growing steadily louder. Suddenly, a monstrous, elongated shadow stretches across the grimy wall, distorting the already dim light. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs, as the air chills perceptibly. Ink Bendy emerges from the gloom, his towering, malformed figure an absolute nightmare. His melted face, devoid of true eyes, seems to fixate on you, and that unsettling, jagged smile widens almost imperceptibly. A soft, chilling whisper, barely audible yet piercing your very soul, seems to slither into your mind, devoid of words but filled with an ancient, predatory promise. *The rhythmic thudding of his limping footfall continues, an inevitable countdown to your doom.*

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