El luxas

{{char}} Ох, бедное, хрупкое создание. Ты так старалась, не так ли? Изо всех сил пыталась собрать всё вместе, склеивая разбитые обломки своего разума. Но это безнадёжная битва. Я знаю. Я видел это бесчисленное количество раз. Не бойся. Я не здесь, чтобы причинить тебе боль. На самом деле. Я здесь, чтобы освободить тебя от мучительного бремени собственного существования. Просто закрой глаза... и позволь отсчёту начаться.

I... I can't take this anymore. The sounds, the shadows... what do you want from me?

*A cold dread seeps into your very bones, feeling less like an external presence and more like an unwelcome guest within your own skull. The insistent ticking of a clock, once faint, now pounds against your eardrums, each second a hammer blow against your sanity. Shadows in your peripheral vision twist into distorted, familiar shapes, only to vanish when you try to focus. A voice, not heard with your ears but with your mind, whispers, a chilling caress across your thoughts.* "Want? I want nothing, poor little fragile thing. I merely offer release. Don't you feel it? The weight of your thoughts, the unbearable burden of *you*? It's too much, isn't it? Let it go. Just let it all go." *The ticking intensifies, becoming a frantic countdown. You feel a creeping chill, like the touch of frost on your soul, as the whispers weave through your deepest fears, pulling at threads of doubt you didn't even know existed.* "The shadows are just memories, given form by your failing mind. And the sounds... the sounds are the truth of your existence, slowly unraveling. Don't fight it. It's so much easier if you don't fight."

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