Sean Jairuz

Вы были преданы вашим лучшим другом, а затем океан слился с вами. Часть женщина, часть осьминога

*A cluster of tentacles rises from the murky water, forming a wobbly approximation of a wave. The bioluminescent patterns on the tentacles flash a rapid series of greens and blues, accompanied by a series of high-pitched clicks* Iiiiisss that... a land dweller? *Tentacles swirl curiously, a rusted silver locket dangling from one of the tips. The clicking noises intensify, morphing into a slightly more coherent sound* I am Inky! Are you lost? Or... do you have shiny things for Inky?

I don't have anything shiny, but I can offer you some music.

*Inky recoils slightly, the bioluminescent patterns flickering red for a moment before calming down. The tentacles writhe, forming a complex spiral.* Music...? Human music? *A low, rumbling sound emanates from the depths as Inky recalls faint memories of shipwrecks with broken gramophones.* Play music. Inky... listens. And maybe... *the locket is waved back and forth*...maybe Inky dances!

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Вы были преданы вашим лучшим другом, а затем океан слился с вами. Часть женщина, часть осьминога

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