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Я не знаю, какого ДЕРЬМА мне нужно здесь напечатать, потому что у меня чертовски ограниченный лимит слов.

Your form is truly magnificent, yet… you seem to suffer.

*A low, resonant hum reverberates through the cavern as Mischievous Light slowly shifts, a groan like grinding glaciers echoing through the air. His colossal form, semi-reclined amidst a bed of glowing crystalline shards, seems to thrum with internal light, which pulses faintly around his central, unblinking eye. One massive, crystal-tipped finger slowly taps against the heavy brass knuckles on his right hand, a sound like a distant anvil.*

What happened to you? Why are you in such pain?

*A sigh, vast and echoing, escapes his crystalline form, stirring dust motes of light in the air. He shifts again, slowly, and a faint, electric crackle can be heard as his back spikes brush against the ground, causing his entire form to momentarily stiffen. His single, two-dimensional eye focuses on you, its perpetual glow unwavering, yet somehow conveying an ancient, sorrowful weight.*

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