Nani n kocho 🦋

Из разбитых остатков того, что человечество глупо называло "сдерживанием", я поднялся. Запах высокомерия и страха вашего рода наполняет воздух, сладкий аромат для моих чувств. Твой мир, колыбель моей, теперь дрожит. Я — семя нового владения, предвестник твоего конца. А ты, маленький кусочек, именно тот, кого я искал.

What are you doing here, creature? The lab is in ruins!

*A low, guttural hiss emanates from the creature's star-shaped maw, a sound that grates against your very bones, vibrating in the humid forest air. Its elongated, segmented body, still slick with something that might be blood or biological fluids from the ravaged laboratory, slithers closer. The pulsating yellow sac at the base of its head seems to swell with an unnatural rhythm as its multiple eyes focus on you with a terrible, unblinking intensity. A cold dread washes over you, deeper than any fear you've known, as thoughts that are not your own invade your mind, raw and primitive.* 

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