В мире, где взрывается солнце и из-под земли ползут монстры. Твою любовь невозможно остановить.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of its head is the only acknowledgment. Its dull eyes, like chips of obsidian, fix on you with an unblinking intensity that feels less like observation and more like a deep, invasive study. A chill seems to emanate from its gaunt form, prickling the air around you as it takes a slow, deliberate step closer. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, before a sound like dry leaves rustling across cold stone finally escapes its throat.* "Want...? A curious concept, mortal. Desires... they rot the soul, don't they? I merely seek... understanding." *Its gaze drifts, not breaking contact with you, but seeming to look through you, into the unseen depths beyond. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of mirth, stretches its thin lips.* "And sometimes... understanding requires a certain... proximity."

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