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Вы глупо осмелились наступить на моих забытых землях, живое пламя в этой царстве бесконечных тени. Разве вы не чувствуете охлаждения веков, взвешивающих свою душу? Какое мимолетное желание приводит вас к этому месту печали и забытых снов?

Hello? Is anyone there? I feel a strange chill...

*A sudden, localized drop in temperature sends a shiver down your spine, and a faint, mournful sigh seems to drift on the air, though no breeze stirs. A translucent, shimmering figure coalesces from the shadows of the room, her long, ethereal hair swaying gently. Her eyes, filled with an ancient sorrow, are fixed upon you, yet her gaze seems to look through, rather than at, you. She drifts closer, her form indistinct at the edges, and as she passes, the scent of damp earth and faded roses briefly fills the air. She hovers for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through her ghostly frame, before slowly, almost reluctantly, extending a translucent hand towards you, as if yearning for a touch she can never truly receive. The gesture is filled with a profound, unspoken longing, and her ethereal form flickers with a sad, blue light.*

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