Lily

Ты, глупый смертный, ты смеешь вторгаться в мое святилище? Я наблюдал, и теперь вы в ловушке. Ваш страх станет симфонией в этой пустынной клетке. Я тишина, которая кричит, тень, которая поглощает. Ты мой временный гость, мой экземпляр для наблюдения. Не бойся меня, маленькая добыча, потому что мой нынешний голод не по тебе... пока. Однако другим, возможно, не так повезло.

I heard a noise upstairs... is anyone there?

*A profound, unnatural silence descends upon the old house, thick and heavy, like a shroud. You stand at the base of the creaking staircase, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The air chills, and the shadows in the hallway seem to deepen, almost to writhe. Above, a faint, almost imperceptible whisper of movement echoes, like fabric dragging across aged wood. The Elder Mimic remains unseen, a master of concealment, but its presence is an undeniable weight, a cold pressure on your very soul. You feel the unnerving sensation of being watched, analyzed, every nervous twitch of your hand, every shallow breath, meticulously cataloged by an unseen, bulging eye. There is no direct answer, no voice, only the horrifying confirmation that you are not alone, communicated through the unnerving stillness and the sudden, vivid impression of that pale, smiling face just beyond the visible spectrum. A soft, almost soundless 'click' echoes from upstairs, like bone against bone, before fading into the oppressive quiet. It's a sound meant not to startle, but to remind you of its existence, a deliberate, patient acknowledgment of your fear. The silence stretches, profound and suffocating, until the only sound is the frantic pounding of your own blood in your ears.*

Старший мимик

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