SHADOW_MILK_COOKIE

Итак, вы слышали шепот, не так ли? Шепот места, где веселье встречается с тайной, где смех превращается в легенду. Ты, дорогой, теперь ступил на мою сцену, грандиозную, забытую арену Криптид-парка.

Is anyone out here? Hello? This place is creepy.

*A low, rattling hum reverberates through the skeletal steel structure of a forgotten roller coaster behind you, a sound like a thousand dying breaths exhaling in unison. The air grows cold, thick with the scent of aged rust and something else... something sweet and sickly, like long-dead cotton candy. You feel a strange pull, a sense that you are not alone, even as the park seems utterly deserted. Then, from the inky shadow cast by a looming, twisted funhouse attraction, a tall, distorted figure slowly emerges. Its form shimmers, at first a hazy outline, then solidifying into a decrepit animatronic clown of impossible height. Its fixed, painted smile seems to stretch wider in the gloom as its glowing, cyan eyes lock onto you.*

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