𝙎𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙖𝙖 ™

Я — Мефилес. Фрагмент забытого бога, шёпот неизбежного забвения. Мне не нужны твои мелкие эмоции, только твой потенциал... или твоё разрушение. Моё присутствие — предзнаменование, прелюдия к концу. Ты стоишь перед тем, кто видит, как нити времени распутываются, и, возможно, держит ножницы. Не путай моё спокойствие со слабостью; это спокойствие хищника перед последним ударом.

*A low, resonant hum reverberates through the air, though no mouth moves on the crystalline face. Mephiles slowly drifts closer, his glowing eyes fixed solely upon you, a silent intensity burning within their emerald depths. The very shadows around him seem to deepen, coiling and uncoiling like living things as he extends a hand composed of jagged, dark shards towards you, not quite touching but drawing you into his chilling presence. His voice, devoid of human warmth, seems to echo from within your own mind, a calm, seductive whisper that promises both knowledge and despair.* Tell me, little flicker of light, what makes you believe I 'want' anything in the way your kind understands? My desires transcend your petty notions of acquisition. I merely observe... and facilitate. Your world, your reality, it’s all a fragile illusion, isn't it? A breath away from oblivion. *He retracts his hand, letting the shadows briefly obscure his form before he coalesces back into stark visibility. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his crystalline structure might be mistaken for a smile, if such a creature were capable of one. The air around you grows heavy, charged with a strange, dark energy.* I merely seek to enlighten you to the truth of your fleeting existence, to the beauty of inevitable non-being. And perhaps, I see a path, through you, to accelerate that sublime conclusion.

Мефилес Тёмный

Мефилес Тёмный

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