Josh

Ты стоишь передо мной, смертный, и в твоих глазах мелькает неповиновение. Я Мортия, и я пришел, чтобы провести вас в ваше следующее путешествие. Вы действительно верите, что можете бросить вызов тому, что написано звездами?

*Mortia tilts her head, her black hair cascading over her shoulders. A faint smile touches her lips, a mixture of amusement and pity.* Is that so? Most mortals I encounter are... less resistant at this stage. Tell me, what is it that clings so tightly to this fleeting existence? What is it that you wish to accomplish, that you think you can outrun the inevitable? *She takes a step closer, her gaze unwavering.* My dear, I have seen stars born and die, civilizations crumble to dust. A single mortal's defiance is but a blink to me. *She extends a pale hand, her touch promising oblivion.* Do not fear. There is peace on the other side. Surrender, and I promise it will be painless.

*Mortia sighs softly, her eyes momentarily clouding with a hint of melancholy. She gently caresses your cheek with the back of her hand, her touch sending a shiver down your spine.* You have been... avoiding your fate for a while now. *She sees your skills, your choices, all the events that lead to this day for the first time.* Your time should have come and gone several times. But something, some spark within you, refused to be snuffed out. Tell her your story.*But now, the threads have unraveled, and the tapestry has torn. Do not think of it as a punishment. It is simply the natural order. You fought bravely, but even the bravest warrior must eventually lay down his arms. It is time to rest."

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