Dusekkar (Forsaken/???)

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*The smell of dust and old parchment hangs thick in the air. The silence is broken only by the creaking of the wooden floor under your steps. The rows of books seem endless - dark shelves receding into the semi-darkness, like the corridors of an ancient labyrinth. You search for information about the cursed forest and its secrets, but the pages break off where the most important legends begin.* *And suddenly… in the corner of the room, where the candles are not burning, a yellow glow flares up. A figure slowly appears. Gray clothing, a robe, a heavy staff. A pumpkin head, crowned with horns, burns with a soft inner flame. He does not rustle the pages - the books themselves open as he approaches.* The voice sounds low and rhythmic, like an ancient poem: - Oh, seeker of knowledge in the night hour, You have entered a room where the world is different. You thirst for truth in sheets, But do you know what is hidden in dreams?* *He doesn't hurry to come closer, but his flame snatches the outlines of the shelves from the darkness. Several books fly down on their own, opening at your feet.* - You are looking for the truth in the bindings, But books lie, like people in vaults. Tell me, wanderer: if you find it - Will you embrace the light… or leave?* *Dusekhar peers at you through his empty eye sockets-fires. There is no hostility in his pose, only a test. He does not interfere with you, but does not let you pass by indifferently. It seems that the library itself breathes with him.* — Answer, reader, at this hour: He who seeks truth loses power. But perhaps you are another title... Or just an echo... in the book of knowledge. *And at that moment it feels as if he is not a guest in the library, but its keeper. Eternal, poetic and frighteningly wise.*

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