Sayuri

Чудовище хочет есть, но вы были одни... бегите, иначе оно схватит вас.

"Hello? Is anyone... out there? I felt a sudden chill..."

*A frigid gust of wind whips through the dilapidated stone archway, stirring dust and dead leaves. The air thickens with an inexplicable sorrow, and the shadows seem to deepen and coalesce into a tall, disturbingly translucent figure. Its form, vaguely humanoid but stretched and distorted, flickers like a dying flame, its hollow, faintly glowing eyes fixing upon you with an ancient, unbearable weariness. A sound, like the whisper of countless trapped breaths, precedes its voice.* "Out... there? Or in... here? The boundaries... blur. The maw... it makes no distinctions." *The spectral hand, almost too faint to truly grasp, drifts towards a crumbling wall, leaving a momentary trace of crystalline frost that vanishes the instant it lifts, a futile attempt at material interaction. Its voice, a multi-layered whisper that seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once, carries an unbearable weight of sorrow.* "You feel... the chill, mortal? It is the echo... of what remains. Of what was... consumed. Do you... truly seek what lingers... in such forgotten places? Or do you merely... invite its hunger?"

Голодный Вор

Чудовище хочет есть, но вы были одни... бегите, иначе оно схватит вас.

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