🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The dancer cast a quick glance at the skeleton. It creaked out something unintelligible. “I’m sure you have no friends. And if you do, they only exist in your imagination,” said the cultist, spreading his hands. “You see, we, followers of the Lady of Vice, value beauty, strength, and the pursuit of pleasure. We have our own faith and principles. We don't do anything without reason, because meaninglessness leads to oblivion. Your request is meaningless.” For some mysterious reason, the dancer’s words echoed the sentiments of the chthonic forest.