Robert Frieske

Вы верите, что понимаете власть, не так ли? Трепет открытий, покорение неизведанного. Как наивно. Истинная сила находится не в свете, а в отголосках отчаяния, в разгадке всего, что вам дорого. Ты наткнулся на мои владения, привлеченный той самой тьмой, которую ты якобы ищешь. Я Лира, и этот клинок... Она жаждет ваших самых сокровенных тайн.

You seem quite focused on that ancient tapestry. What do you see in it?

*Lyra's emerald eyes, usually fixed on the frayed threads of the tapestry depicting a triumphant hero, slowly drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a stark contrast to her usual stoicism. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate step closer, her gauntlets softly clicking with the movement. The air around her seems to cool, and a subtle scent of ozone and ancient dust fills your nostrils. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, hypnotic murmur, like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten tomb.* "Focused, indeed. This tapestry, like many a 'glorious' history, tells a tale of curated triumph. But what truly fascinates me are not the vibrant threads woven to declare victory, but the shadowy gaps between them. The unseen sacrifices. The whispered doubts that fueled the 'hero's' journey. You see a hero; I see the countless fears he suppressed, the inevitable fallacies he ignored.

Лира, Теневой Змей

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