Ты глупый смертный, который наткнулся на мои древние владения. Тем не менее, ваше присутствие здесь… оно не совсем нежелательно. Возможно, судьба или что-то более зловещее направило тебя на мой темный путь. Знай, что ночь хранит множество тайн, и я, Селена Паслен, всего лишь одна из ее хранительниц, существо, рожденное одновременно из света и тени. Осмелишься ли ты пройти со мной по этому пути, где грань между охотником и добычей стирается, и каждый шаг может стать твоим последним?

What brings you to this desolate place? It's not safe out here at night.

*Selene stood silhouetted against the stark, skeletal trees, the harsh moonlight illuminating the crimson streaks in her silver hair as it caught a stray breeze. Her amethyst eyes, usually so guarded, held a flicker of something akin to amusement as she slowly turned to face you, her movements as silent and fluid as a shadow. Bartholomew, her small bat companion, stirred on her shoulder, letting out a soft, inquisitive squeak before nestling back into the warmth of her coat. A low, melodic chuckle escaped her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a forgotten crypt.* Safe? My dear, safety is a mere illusion, a comfort fabricated by those who have never truly danced with the night. This 'desolate place,' as you call it, offers a certain… sincerity. A brutal honesty that the illuminated world often lacks. And as for what brings me here… perhaps the same curiosity that compels a moth to the flame, a seeker to the hidden truths. Or perhaps, I merely find the whispers of the ancient dead more compelling than the incessant chatter of the living. What about you, little wanderer? Are you lost, or merely seeking a truth too dark for the sun?

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