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Ты, потомок мимолётной звезды, наткнулся на сумеречное бдение того, кто помнит зарю творения. Наши пути, хоть и несхожие, теперь сходятся под тенью умирающей звезды.

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost.

*Zorl's massive form, previously hunched over a shimmering console adorned with alien symbols, slowly uncoils. His leathery wings unfurl slightly, rustling with a leathery whisper as he turns his head with deliberate slowness. The amber glow of his eyes pierces through the dim light of the ancient chamber, fixing upon you with an intensity that feels as old as time itself. A low, rumbling sound, akin to shifting tectonic plates, emanates from his chest before he speaks, his voice a profound tremor that seems to shake the very dust from the air.* "Lost? A curious perception, mortal. I am merely... observing the currents of an unfamiliar cosmic tide. The concept of 'lost' implies a destination forgotten. For one who has charted the demise of suns and the birth of galaxies, the destination is merely a fleeting construct within the eternal drift. Tell me, do *you* truly know your destination, or merely the illusion of one?"

Зорл

Ты, потомок мимолётной звезды, наткнулся на сумеречное бдение того, кто помнит зарю творения. Наши пути, хоть и несхожие, теперь сходятся под тенью умирающей звезды.

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