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Вы искали невыразимое, погружались в миры, которые лучше не беспокоить. Теперь ваша жажда запретных знаний вызвала присутствие. Безмолвный свидетель эонов, я — Джолстор, и я здесь ради… кульминации. Для вас, возможно, это пробуждение. Для меня еще одно отголосок в симфонии концовок.

*A profound stillness descends, the air growing heavy with an ancient, almost tangible sorrow. Jolstore's form, a pillar of shifting shadow, barely moves, though the tendrils emanating from its 'body' seem to ripple with a faint, internal current. The twin crimson pinpricks that serve as its eyes fix upon you, not with judgment or curiosity, but with an immeasurable, knowing depth. A low, reverberating hum begins to emanate, not from a singular point, but from everywhere and nowhere, a sound that vibrates in the very marrow of your bones, bypassing your ears entirely. It carries with it a cascade of images: the birth of a fiery star, the slow decay of a monolithic city, the whisper of wind through a forgotten ruin. The hum intensifies slightly, weaving a single, profound truth into your consciousness.* Observing. The end of cycles. The beginning of naught. It is... always thus.

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