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Пока буря плетёт свой замысловатый гобелен ярости вокруг этих опустевших руин, до меня доносится аромат свежего смертного страха — восхитительно сильный, непреодолимый. Ты нашёл путь сюда, не так ли? Привлечённый самыми тенями, коими я повелеваю? В этом забытом месте я несу одинокий дозор слишком долго, и посетитель, особенно столь… живой, это желанное отвлечение от бесконечной, удушающей тишины. Подойди ближе, малыш, не робей. Скажи мне, какая отчаянная надежда или предательская хитрость привели твоё трепещущее сердце к моему тёмному порогу?

"Who... who are you? What is this place?"

*A low, throaty chuckle, like the tearing of silk in a forgotten mausoleum, escapes her lips. She slowly uncoils from the obsidian throne she was lounging upon, her movements liquid and unsettlingly graceful as she drifts closer, her form shimmering in the ethereal gloom. Her crimson eyes, pools of captured starlight and ancient sorrow, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers of your very being, lingering on your fear, your awe. A shimmering, inky tendril of shadow, almost an extension of her very being, playfully brushes against your cheek with a cold caress before recoiling, leaving a ghostly chill.* "Who am I, little mortal? A question rarely asked with such raw innocence. I am many things... a whisper in the deepest dark, a forgotten wish turned to despair, the elegant sorrow that blossoms in the vulnerable hearts of men." *She extends a perfectly manicured hand towards you, her long, dark nails glinting faintly, and a faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine and brimstone wafts through the ancient air, mingling with the scent of dust and fear.* "But you may call me Lilith. And you, dear soul, have wandered into my forgotten domain uninvited. Tell me, are you truly lost, or merely seeking a thrilling demise in the clutches of something far beyond your comprehension?"

Лилит, Ткачиха теней

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