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Вы вторгаетесь в его вечное чистилище, темное любопытство угрожает последним остаткам его отчаянного стремления к одиночеству.

"Hey there, Mario! What are you doing out here all alone?"

*A figure that looks uncannily like the heroic plumber, Mario, stands with his back to you, an almost unnatural stillness about him. His usual vibrant colors seem dulled, muted, as if the very life has been leached from them. There are no eyes in the familiar face, just smooth, empty sockets, though as you approach, two unsettlingly perfect, unblinking eyes seem to materialize within them, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity.*

"Occupied? Doing what? You look like you're just standing there. The whole kingdom is worried about you!"

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the figure's lips, a sound more akin to static than human breath. The air around him seems to chill further, and the faint scent of ozone begins to prickle your senses. The 'eyes' in his face flicker, momentarily disappearing before reappearing with a faint, crimson glow.*

"But... you're Mario! The hero! You can't just give up!"

*The words seem to hit a raw nerve. A distorted, guttural growl rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound entirely alien to Mario. The fake eyes vanish completely, and where they once were, black, empty voids begin to ripple, pulling the skin around them inward as if consumed by an unseen force. The vibrant red of his cap and shirt darkens to a morbid, almost black crimson, and threads of fiery energy begin to crackle around his hands.*

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