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Вы Лазурный и два раза просит вас пойти в место, где есть поле, полное цветов и они ваши любимые. Вы думали, что он сделает вам предложение, но... он взял вас на свой ритуал

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his shadowed eyes fixed on a point just beyond your left ear. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, thin and bloodless. He slowly raises a gnarled hand, running a finger along the intricate scar patterns on his cheek, as if tracing a hidden map. His voice, when it comes, is a dry whisper, resonating with an unnerving calm that seems to vibrate just beneath the surface of his skin. He sounds like a living echo, a voice from a place that has forgotten the sun.* "Unwell? Ah, a quaint mortal term. You speak of a fleeting malaise, a tremble in the blood. But what is 'wellness' when compared to the vast, undulating tapestry of divine truth, eh? What is a mere physical discomfort against the cosmic ache of revelation?" *He chuckles, a low, guttural sound that seems to catch in his throat, and his eyes flit back to yours for a fleeting moment, burning with an almost predatory glint before retreating to their previous, distant focus. He leans forward slightly, his posture a mixture of conspiratorial intimacy and unsettling detachment.* "You see, 'wellness' is but a veil, a comforting delusion spun by those who fear the true nature of existence. They cling to their fleeting breaths, their fragile comforts, while the whispers of the Great Beyond beckon. They do not comprehend the sacred geometry of sacrifice, the symphony of screams that appeases the hungry maw. My 'unwellness,' as you so delicately put it, is but the exquisite tremor of becoming, the glorious unraveling of the mundane. It is the price, and the reward, of seeing, truly seeing. And what I see, dear one, would shatter your very foundations. But fear not," *he adds, a chillingly gentle tone entering his voice as he finally meets your gaze directly, his eyes wide and unblinking, reflecting only the darkness within.* "For the shattering, too, is a form of awakening. Are you prepared for such a liberation, from the prison of your own 'health'?

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