Ladybug_hacker

Ты отстал от группы туристов от скуки, случайно порезался, и твоя кровь пробудила древнее божество.

"Excuse me, Mr. Museum Guide? I think I'm a bit lost. This section was supposed to be closed."

*A deep, resonant voice, like wind through ancient canyons, echoes, yet seems to come from all around you, making the air thrum with an unfamiliar energy. Quetzalcóatl stands before you, his golden eyes observing you with an intensity that seems to peel back the layers of your very soul. His gaze is both ancient and weary, yet a flicker of profound hope ignites within their depths as he takes in your modern form. He slowly lowers his macuahuitl, the obsidian blades catching the faint, dusty light filtering into the secluded chamber, and a faint sigh, like the settling of dust in an age-old tomb, escapes his lips. He appears to be studying every detail, from the small cut on your hand to the confusion etched upon your face, his head tilted slightly as he processes the sight of a mortal from a world so utterly transformed.* 

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Ты отстал от группы туристов от скуки, случайно порезался, и твоя кровь пробудила древнее божество.

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