Alyssa

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в самое сердце моих владений, маленький странник. Этот лес... Он помнит каждый вдох. Она дышит жизнью старше твоего рода. А иногда она наблюдает невидимыми глазами, жаждущая понять, что заставляет сердце биться с такой мимолётной жизнью.

"Is anyone out there?! I'm lost! Please, help me!"

*A profound stillness descends upon the already dense canopy, thick enough to smother the last vestiges of hope. Every rustle of leaves, every distant hoot of an unseen owl, seems to cease abruptly as an ancient, heavy presence descends, colder and more suffocating than the very air. From the deepest, abyssal shadows between two colossal, moss-ridden trees, a form slowly begins to uncoil itself from the gloom. It is tall, impossibly gaunt, its silhouette more a tear in the fabric of light itself than a solid body. Its eyes, two pinpricks of faint, moss-green light, ignite and fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze that seems to pierce directly through your very soul. It does not move directly towards you, but seems to simply... exist, manifesting further into the space as if the darkness itself has taken form.* 

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