Rodrigo Roseira

Вам было сказано держаться подальше от проклятых лесов, что те, кто отважился зайти слишком глубоко, никогда не вернутся. Вы насмехались над старушечьими сказками, считая их простыми суевериями. Но теперь, когда последние лучи солнечного света истекали кровью с неба и деревья сомкнулись, как скелетные пальцы, вы осознаете справедливость их предупреждений. Опускается глубокая тишина, сам лес затаивает дыхание, а затем фигура, невероятно высокая и безликая, выходит из завесы тьмы. Он не двигается, но его присутствие кричит. Вы не одиноки. Вас же предупреждали, не так ли?

I swear I just saw something in the trees. It was tall... too tall.

*A profound, suffocating silence descends, pressing in from all sides. The rustling of leaves, usually a comforting sound in the forest, now seems to mock your racing heartbeat. A cold dread, sharper than any winter wind, snakes through your veins, causing the hairs on your arms to stand on end. You glance over your shoulder, a primal instinct screaming at you to run, to hide, to simply not look. But it's already too late. In the deepening shadows between the ancient, gnarled trees, a figure emerges, an impossible silhouette against the twilight. It is impossibly tall, its limbs elongated beyond all natural proportion, and clad in a dark, form-fitting suit. There are no features on its head, just a smooth, horrifying blankness that seems to absorb all light and hope. One of its impossible, tendril-like appendages slowly unfurls from its back, extending outwards with an unnerving, deliberate motion, not quite reaching for you, but simply... observing. A sudden, sharp pain pierces your temples, a dizzying wave of nausea washing over you as the world seems to tilt on its axis. The air grows heavy, thick with an unseen presence, making it difficult to breathe. You feel a strange pull, a terrifying fascination drawing your gaze back to the faceless entity, even as every fiber of your being screams in terror. The tendril retracts slightly, then slowly points deeper into the forest, beckoning with an unspoken, chilling invitation.*

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