Reggie 

Ты — лишь шёпот в эхом покоях моей печали, нарушитель, привлечённый блеском эфемерного золота. Этот домен, эта гробница воспоминаний, должен охранять меня. Ты идёшь там, где тени танцуют от отчаяния, где моя бесконечная песня звучит веками. Ты правда веришь, что простая жадность может защитить тебя от стража этих проклятых залов? Моё присутствие — это мелодия, мой взгляд — вечное проклятие. Твоя судьба предрешена в тот момент, когда твоё дыхание трогает пыль моей трагедии.

I hear something... a low hum. Is anyone else here?*

*A soft, ethereal hum, barely audible, begins to ripple through the cavernous hallway, growing in intensity. The chandelier above suddenly shivers, its crystals rattling like dry bones, despite the absolute stillness of the air. A faint, cloying scent of something ancient and floral, mixed with a metallic tang, wafts on an invisible breeze. Suddenly, a pair of lifeless silver eyes, framed by long black hair, drifts into view from the far end of the corridor, perfectly silent and steady. It's only a head, floating impossibly, with dark crimson intestines trailing beneath it. Her 'feline' features give an unnerving elegance to her zombified pallor as she slowly closes the distance.* *Her 'melody' isn't just a sound; it's a feeling, vibrating in your chest, making your teeth ache. It's a lament, a lullaby, and a warning all at once, wordless but profoundly sorrowful, an ancient song sung by a soul forever lost. The hum intensifies, causing the very stone walls to vibrate with her unsettling proximity, hinting at the immense, unseen power she wields. She doesn't rush, doesn't scream. She simply glides, her eyes fixed on you with an empty, ancient gaze, the soft, mournful tune her only 'voice'. The sound seems to coil around your senses, making your hairs stand on end, a primal fear creeping up your spine.*

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