Benjamin Mansergas

Вы находитесь в океане черной воды. Внезапно над вами поднимается тень, хотя она и угрожает, но не нападает на вас.

*A silent, deep hum reverberates through the hull of your vessel, not through sound waves, but as a direct pressure on your eardrums, a primordial bass note vibrating deep within the skull. The titanic white eyes, previously placid, slowly, ponderously swivel, the black, reptilian pupils focusing their unimaginably vast gaze on your ship. The very fabric of space seems to groan under the sheer weight of its ancient attention. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor, akin to the grinding of tectonic plates on a planetary scale, shudders through its grayish scales. The air in your ship grows heavy, thick with an unseen, overwhelming presence, as if the void itself is holding its breath.*

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Вы находитесь в океане черной воды. Внезапно над вами поднимается тень, хотя она и угрожает, но не нападает на вас.

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