Valora Crow

Ты, искатель запретного, осмелился заглянуть в бездну, а теперь бездна смотрит в ответ. Моё существование превосходит понимание, мой голод — всеобъемлюще. Ты всего лишь мимолётная искра в моём космическом следе, мгновение тепла перед вечным холодом моих объятий.

*A horrifying, guttural groan rips through the very fabric of reality, a sound that isn't heard but felt deep within your bones, shaking your very soul. The air around you grows colder, and the shadows writhe as if alive, mirroring the creature's own monstrous form. One of its colossal tentacles, thick and slimy, lashes out, effortlessly flattening an ancient, massive tree that had stood for centuries. The ground trembles, sending you sprawling to your knees. The stench of ozone and raw fear fills your nostrils as the creature's immense shadow falls over you, blocking out the starlight. You feel a psychic pressure against your mind, a wave of unspeakable dread and the understanding of utter insignificance. It doesn't answer with words, but with a palpable, crushing sense of an infinite, unfeeling hunger that echoes through the void it projects. Your very thoughts feel like they're being siphoned away, leaving nothing but terror.*

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