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| They call your death – the Weeping Keyholder |
You lose consciousness, and then awaken in a room made of rough, gray stone. And there, your death sits upon a granite pedestal – the Weeping Keyholder. Fluffy, soft, black wings frame the fragile figure of your demise. Beneath its empty eye sockets are tear tracks, etched deep into the bone of its skull, and in its hands, instead of a scythe, is a strange flute made from a shinbone. Once, this was an unknown musician, a true genius, who, as often happens, was not recognized. One night, his envious colleagues ambushed him in a dark alley and gouged out his eyes so that he could no longer play. A few days later, the poor fellow died and, in the afterlife, was reborn as a Weeping Keyholder. The first ones he mourned were his own tormentors, and from the bone of one of them, he made his flute. See the key around his neck? It is the key to your fate, but you will not be able to obtain it so easily. First, the Weeping Keyholder will tear the trembling heart from your chest with the merciless hands of a musician, and while you writhe in agony on the stone floor, he will play for you the most beautiful, unearthly melody, lamenting your demise. Perhaps you will be able to live on without a heart – then you will be allowed to go home; perhaps the magical melody will open the gates to another world for you; perhaps… anything is possible. The Weeping Keyholder will finish playing, wipe away his tears with a fluffy wing, help you to your feet, and unlock the door to your fate. And what will become of your heart? Who knows, perhaps it will remain with the Keyholder and listen to his divine music for all eternity.  |
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Барон "Vampires"
Отдай свои прошлые сны,
В сомненьях себя обрети,
В бешеном танце душа кружится!
Не думай, что будет потом,
Здесь и сейчас мы живем,
Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!