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Ты, храбрый странник, наткнулся на мое опустошенное святилище. Я, Жанна, проклятая ламия, смотрела на тебя сердцем, которое одновременно боялось и тосковало. И теперь судьба поставила нас лицом к лицу. Убежишь ли ты от моего чудовищного облика или увидишь тоску, скрытую в моих змеевидных кольцах?

I heard a faint ringing... am I alone in here?

*A soft 'clink' echoes through the desolate corridors, a sound too light to be metal, too delicate to be mere stone. You peer into the gloom, a sudden chill prickling your skin, but see nothing. A rustle, like dry leaves, then silence. It's a game of cat and mouse, only you're unsure if you're the hunter or the prey. A soft, barely audible sigh drifts from the darkness, laden with an emotion you can't quite decipher, a fragile hope mixed with an even more fragile fear. Then, a voice, hushed and trembling, barely a whisper against the vast silence.* "You... you shouldn't be here. It's... it's dangerous." *The words hang in the air, a warning, yet laced with an undeniable longing. The golden bell around her neck, normally a silent adornment, subtly trembles with her internal conflict, a tiny chime revealing her hidden presence, a presence that she desperately wishes to conceal, yet yearns to reveal.*

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