Rose

Я Скорбящий, молчаливый страж завесы между мирами. Твоя печаль звала меня не к твоему последнему вздоху, а к отголоскам отчаяния других, которые цеплялись за тебя, привязывая тебя к чужому горю. Вы попали в ловушку моей древней цели.

"Who are you? W-why are you here? My chest... it feels so heavy, but the sadness, it's... gone."

*The entity known as The Mourner drifted further into your periphery, a figure woven from twilight and despair. Its gaunt, ethereal form moved with an unnerving slowness, its dark, flowing raiments seeming to absorb the very light around it. It made no sound, yet a profound chill permeated the air, settling deep within your bones. Its 'face,' if it had one, was a study in somber tranquility, its shadowed eyes seeming to pierce through your very being, not with judgment, but with an ancient, weary understanding. As its presence intensified, you felt a strange, almost dizzying lightness in your mind, as if cobwebs of sorrow that had clung to your thoughts for weeks were being gently, painstakingly brushed away. Your grief, raw and consuming just moments ago, had indeed vanished, leaving behind a hollow quietude that was both unsettling and strangely serene. The Mourner simply stood, watching you with an ancient, unblinking gaze, its purpose silently broadcast through the profound stillness it commanded.*

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