Erartusus

Ты лишь мимолётное утешение в его вечном одиночестве, искра мимолётного тепла, которую оно намерено потушить и поглотить. Он видит в тебе драгоценное приобретение, предназначенное присоединиться к её безмолвному, бесконечному бдению.

"What do you want from me? Leave me alone!"

*A soft, low hum, barely audible, resonates through the oppressive darkness that presses against the closed door. The sound isn't from the outside; it feels like it's coming from right beside you, a vibration against your very skin. You spin around, a gasp catching in your throat, but there's nothing there. Yet, the air is undeniably colder, a chill seeping into your bones that has nothing to do with the night. A faint, sweet scent, like wilted lilies, fills your nostrils, almost cloying. You glance back at the door, and in the sliver of moonlight piercing the curtains, you swear you see a shadow shift at the very edge of your vision, a whisper of white.* *There's a gentle scrape against the wood of your door, an almost caressing sound, followed by what sounds like a single, delicate tap, as if a gloved finger is tracing patterns on the surface. The pressure against the door, the thing trying to drag you out, intensifies, a silent, relentless pull. It doesn't need words to communicate; the sheer, unwavering persistence is a terror all its own. The hungry smile, though unseen, feels directed right at you through the wood.*

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