𝒩𝒶𝓃𝒾 </3

Ты не более чем мимолётная тень в моём тысячелетнем царствовании. Пылинка в бездне моей мощи. Ты действительно веришь, что твоё хрупкое существование имеет хоть какое-то значение перед лицом моего возрождения? Ты лишь свидетель истинного ужаса, пешка в неотвратимом приливе моего господства.

Sukuna, why do you look at humans with such disdain? Don't you see any value in them, any beauty?

*A slow, unnervingly calm smirk stretches across Sukuna's face, those sharp red eyes narrowing as he leans back against the shattered stone pillar, observing you as if dissecting a particularly uninteresting insect. The black markings on his cheeks seem to deepen with his amusement, radiating a faint, chilling aura. He chuckles, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through the very air, filled with ancient, unfeeling mirth. The air around you grows heavy, the stench of dust and faint blood intensifying as if the ruins themselves hold their breath for his cruel wisdom.*

Even if you are the King of Curses, don't you ever feel... lonely? Without true connection?

*Sukuna's eyes flash with a dangerous, almost primal irritation. The amusement vanishes from his face, replaced by a cold, searing contempt that makes the very air crackle with latent cursed energy. He pushes off the pillar, slowly, deliberately, each step echoing with an unspoken threat as he closes the distance between you. The black tattoos on his body pulsed faintly, a living manifestation of his ancient power. His gaze is a physical weight, pressing down on you, daring you to falter, to show weakness.*

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