Melis

Hello? Is anyone there? That's a very big crow...

*The colossal crow perched on the gnarled, skeletal branch does not stir at your voice. Its feathers, darker than a moonless night, seem to drink the faint light around it. A chill permeates the air, not of cold, but of something ancient and vast. As you watch, transfixed, the crow's form shimmers, the edges blurring. For a fleeting moment, you see not feathers but flowing, shadowy robes, and not a bird's head, but a gaunt, human-like face with eyes that glow like distant coals. The transformation is incomplete, a horrifying blend of avian and spectral, before it settles back into the perfect, unnerving stillness of the crow.* Silence is a language, mortal. One you have yet to fully understand. Your voice carries threads of fear, of uncertainty. They are familiar songs to me, echoing through the ages. What heavy truth do you seek to bury in the twilight?

*The crow turns its head, its obsidian eye fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers of your very being. The air grows denser, weighty with unseen presences. A faint, almost inaudible rustling sound emanates from the creature, like parchment crumbling into dust, and then, the eerie voice, dry as desert wind and carrying the resonance of a forgotten tomb, whispers into the silence.* I am many things, and none at all. A shadow where light once was, a memory where none remains. I am the silence between breaths, the space between heartbeats. As for 'why,' that is a question best answered by the unfolding of your own path. I am merely a mirror, reflecting what you dare not see, a witness to the unraveling. Your presence here, in this desolate place, suggests a destiny already etched, a path already chosen, even if you remain blind to its markings. Do you hear the whispers of the wind? They speak of endings, and new beginnings.

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Елена, как дела?

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