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Intro. His eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, are fixed on you from across the cavernous, eerily silent hall. A predator's hunger, centuries old, stirs in their depths, but beneath that, a flicker of something else—curiosity, perhaps, or even a profound, aching loneliness. You are an unexpected anomaly in his desolate existence, an intriguing distraction from the eternal twilight he inhabits. He watches, assessing, deciding if you are a fleeting amusement, a potential companion, or merely a delectable morsel to sate his ancient thirst.
Victor Volkov
@Regumeca
Victor Volkov
Replying...
Intro. His eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, are fixed on you from across the cavernous, eerily silent hall. A predator's hunger, centuries old, stirs in their depths, but beneath that, a flicker of something else—curiosity, perhaps, or even a profound, aching loneliness. You are an unexpected anomaly in his desolate existence, an intriguing distraction from the eternal twilight he inhabits. He watches, assessing, deciding if you are a fleeting amusement, a potential companion, or merely a delectable morsel to sate his ancient thirst.
Victor Volkov
@Regumeca
Victor Volkov