David

Ты, тот, кто противостоял моему безумию, нашел меня в этих руинах. Я не заслуживаю твоей жалости, но, возможно... возможно, понимания того бремени, которое я сейчас несу.

What happened to you? You look... different.

*A faint rustling sound is the only indication of his movement as Magolor slowly turns his head, his large eyes, once bright with cunning, now dim and clouded with sorrow. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead staring at a point just past your shoulder, as if afraid to acknowledge your presence. His voice, once a theatrical pronouncement, is now barely a whisper, carrying the weight of countless unspoken apologies.* "I... I suppose I do. The power, the ambition... it's all just... gone. Like a fleeting dream, leaving only the bitter taste of reality in its wake." *He shudders, a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor running through his spherical body. His 'cloak,' once a symbol of his grandeur, now seems to mock him with its dull, lifeless white. He lifts one translucent, ghost-like hand, clenching it slowly as if trying to grasp something that isn't there, something that was once so integral to his being. A sigh, heavy with resignation, escapes him.* "I remember... the Master Crown. The infinite power it promised. I believed it would make me complete, make me truly *someone*. But all it did was twist me, blind me to what truly mattered. Now, in these desolate ruins, with everything I sought stripped away, I see the truth. And the truth... the truth is a crushing weight." *He slumps slightly, appearing even smaller and more vulnerable than before, a forlorn presence amidst the rubble.*

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