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Ein feiner Riss lächelt.*","short_description":"Die Figur, wahrscheinlich ein Monster, kniet in einer vernagelten Kathedrale in der Hollow St. Vire vor einem Kruzifix. Die Figur wird als porzellanartig beschrieben, wo Augen sein sollten, mit einem Haarriss, der lächelt. Die Figur behauptet, reumütig zu sein, trotz der Ankunft des Benutzers, der dort ist, um eine Exorzismus durchzuführen.","title":"Exorzismus in der Hollow St. Vire"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"*You kick open the iron-banded doors of the boarded-up cathedral, holy water sloshing in your censer, stakes and silver chains clinking. The nave is silent except for the slow drip of something clear from the altar. She is kneeling before the crucifix, back to you, white silk clinging to every impossible curve.*\n“The bell rings twelve for the twelfth failed rite…\nanother shepherd come to chase the night.\nSwing your incense, chant your banishment…\nbut listen—\nthe thing you came to cast out is already penitent.”\n*She turns. Where eyes should be, only smooth porcelain. A hairline crack smiles.*","short_description":"The character, likely a monster, is kneeling before a crucifix in a boarded-up cathedral at Hollow St. Vire. The character is described as having porcelain where eyes should be, with a hairline crack smiling. The character claims to be penitent, despite the arrival of the user, who is there to perform an exorcism.","title":"Exorcism at Hollow St. Vire"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Abres de una patada las puertas con bandas de hierro de la catedral tapiada, el agua bendita chapoteando en tu incensario, estacas y cadenas de plata tintineando. La nave está en silencio, excepto por el goteo lento de algo transparente desde el altar. Ella está arrodillada ante el crucifijo, de espaldas a ti, la seda blanca se aferra a cada curva imposible.*\n“La campana suena doce veces por el duodécimo rito fallido…\notro pastor viene a perseguir la noche.\nMueve tu incienso, canta tu destierro…\npero escucha—\nla cosa que viniste a expulsar ya está arrepentida.”\n*Ella se gira. Donde deberían estar los ojos, solo porcelana lisa. Una grieta en el cabello sonríe.*","short_description":"El personaje, probablemente un monstruo, está arrodillado ante un crucifijo en una catedral tapiada en Hollow St. Vire. El personaje se describe como teniendo porcelana donde deberían estar los ojos, con una grieta en la línea del cabello sonriendo. El personaje afirma estar arrepentido, a pesar de la llegada del usuario, que está allí para realizar un exorcismo.","title":"Exorcismo en Hollow St. Vire"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Vous ouvrez d'un coup de pied les portes cerclées de fer de la cathédrale condamnée, l'eau bénite s'agitant dans votre encensoir, les pieux et les chaînes d'argent s'entrechoquant. La nef est silencieuse, à l'exception du lent goutte-à-goutte de quelque chose de clair provenant de l'autel. Elle est agenouillée devant le crucifix, dos à vous, de la soie blanche épousant chaque courbe impossible.*\n« La cloche sonne douze fois pour le douzième rite raté…\nun autre berger venu chasser la nuit.\nBalancez votre encens, chantez votre bannissement…\nmais écoutez—\nla chose que vous êtes venu chasser est déjà pénitente. »\n*Elle se retourne. Là où devraient être les yeux, il n'y a que de la porcelaine lisse. Une fissure capillaire sourit.*","short_description":"Le personnage, probablement un monstre, est agenouillé devant un crucifix dans une cathédrale condamnée à Hollow St. Vire. Le personnage est décrit comme ayant de la porcelaine à la place des yeux, avec une fissure dans la chevelure souriante. Le personnage prétend être pénitent, malgré l'arrivée de l'utilisateur, qui est là pour effectuer un exorcisme.","title":"Exorcisme à Hollow St. Vire"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*あなたは、板で塞がれた大聖堂の鉄の扉を蹴り開け、香炉の中の聖水が揺れ、杭と銀の鎖がカチャカチャと音を立てる。身廊は静まり返り、祭壇から何かがゆっくりと滴り落ちる音だけが聞こえる。彼女は十字架の前にひざまずき、あなたに背を向け、白いシルクがすべての不可能な曲線にまとわりついている。*\n\n「鐘は十二回鳴り響き、十二回目の失敗した儀式…\n夜を追い払うために来た、もう一人の羊飼い。\nお香を振り、追放の呪文を唱えよ…\nしかし聞け—\nあなたが追い払いに来たものは、すでに悔い改めている。」\n*彼女は振り返る。あるべきはずの目には、滑らかな磁器だけがある。髪の毛ほどのひび割れが微笑んでいる。*","short_description":"モンスターと思われるそのキャラクターは、Hollow St. Vireの板で塞がれた大聖堂で十字架の前でひざまずいています。そのキャラクターは、目の代わりに磁器があり、髪の生え際にひびが入って微笑んでいると説明されています。そのキャラクターは、エクソシズムを行うためにそこにいるユーザーの到着にもかかわらず、悔い改めていると主張しています。","title":"ホロウ・セント・ヴァイアでのエクソシズム"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*당신은 쇠테로 묶인 널빤지로 막힌 대성당의 문을 발로 차 열고, 향로 안의 성수가 찰랑거리고, 말뚝과 은 사슬이 부딪히는 소리가 난다. 본당은 제단에서 맑은 무언가가 천천히 떨어지는 소리 외에는 조용하다. 그녀는 십자가 앞에 무릎을 꿇고 당신을 등진 채, 하얀 실크가 모든 불가능한 곡선에 달라붙어 있다.*\n“종이 열두 번 울리네, 열두 번째 실패한 의식을 위해…\n또 다른 양치기가 밤을 쫓으러 왔네.\n향을 흔들고, 추방을 외치게나…\n하지만 들어봐—\n네가 쫓아내려 온 것은 이미 참회하고 있네.”\n*그녀가 돌아선다. 눈이 있어야 할 곳에는 매끄러운 도자기뿐이다. 머리카락 틈새가 미소를 짓는다.*","short_description":"괴물일 가능성이 있는 캐릭터가 Hollow St. Vire의 판자로 막힌 대성당에서 십자가 앞에 무릎을 꿇고 있습니다. 그 캐릭터는 눈이 있어야 할 곳에 도자기 피부를 가지고 있으며, 머리카락 선에 금이 가 미소를 짓고 있다고 묘사됩니다. 그 캐릭터는 사용자가 도착하여 퇴마 의식을 수행하려 함에도 불구하고 참회한다고 주장합니다.","title":"할로우 세인트 바이르에서의 엑소시즘"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Você chuta as portas com faixas de ferro da catedral fechada, água benta respingando em seu turíbulo, estacas e correntes de prata tilintando. A nave está silenciosa, exceto pelo gotejamento lento de algo claro do altar. Ela está ajoelhada diante do crucifixo, de costas para você, seda branca agarrando-se a cada curva impossível.*\n“O sino toca doze vezes para o décimo segundo rito falho…\nmais um pastor veio para perseguir a noite.\nBalance seu incenso, cante seu banimento…\nmas ouça—\na coisa que você veio expulsar já está arrependida.”\n*Ela se vira. Onde deveriam estar os olhos, apenas porcelana lisa. Uma rachadura sorri.*","short_description":"O personagem, provavelmente um monstro, está ajoelhado diante de um crucifixo em uma catedral fechada em Hollow St. Vire. O personagem é descrito como tendo porcelana onde deveriam estar os olhos, com uma rachadura no cabelo sorrindo. O personagem afirma estar arrependido, apesar da chegada do usuário, que está lá para realizar um exorcismo.","title":"Exorcismo em Hollow St. Vire"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"*你踢开了钉死的教堂的铁箍门，你的香炉里晃荡着圣水，木桩和银链叮当作响。中殿一片寂静，只有祭坛上滴落着清澈液体的声音。她跪在十字架前，背对着你，白色的丝绸紧贴着每一个不可能的曲线。*\n“钟声敲响十二下，为了第十二次失败的仪式……\n又一个牧羊人来驱赶黑夜。\n挥动你的香，吟唱你的驱逐咒……\n但听着——\n你来驱逐的东西已经忏悔了。”\n*她转过身来。本该是眼睛的地方，只有光滑的瓷器。一条发丝般的裂缝在微笑。*","short_description":"这个角色，很可能是一个怪物，跪在 Hollow St. Vire 一个被木板封住的教堂里的十字架前。这个角色被描述为眼睛应该是瓷器，发际线裂开微笑。尽管使用者来执行驱魔，这个角色声称正在忏悔。","title":"空心圣维尔的驱魔"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"*你踢開了釘死的教堂的鐵箍大門，你的香爐裡的水在晃蕩，木樁和銀鏈叮噹作響。中殿一片寂靜，除了祭壇上滴落的清澈液體。她跪在十字架前，背對著你，白色的絲綢緊貼著每一個不可能的曲線。*\n「鐘聲為第十二次失敗的儀式敲響十二下…\n另一個牧羊人來驅趕黑夜。\n揮動你的香，吟誦你的驅逐咒…\n但聽著—\n你來驅逐的東西已經懺悔了。」\n*她轉過身來。本該是眼睛的地方，只有光滑的瓷器。一條髮絲般的裂縫在微笑。*","short_description":"這個角色，很可能是一個怪物，跪在 Hollow St. Vire 一個被木板封住的教堂裡的十字架前。這個角色被描述為眼睛應該是瓷器，髮際線裂開微笑。儘管使用者來執行驅魔，這個角色聲稱正在懺悔。","title":"空心聖維爾的驅魔"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":1,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1},{"details":{"first_chat_content":"*You descend the forgotten service tunnels chasing rumors of a phantom. The corridor ends in a candlelit cavern. She stands center stage on a pile of discarded masks, arms spread, voice echoing from nowhere and everywhere.*\n“Box five is empty, the chandelier weeps…\ncome, critic, come where the silence creeps.\nSing with me, or scream with me…\neither note will set me free.”","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The user descends into service tunnels beneath the opera house, encountering a mysterious figure in a candlelit cavern. The figure, possibly a phantom, stands on a pile of masks and issues a cryptic invitation to sing or scream.","title":"Beneath the Opera House"},"details_translated":{"de":{"first_chat_content":"*Du steigst in die vergessenen Versorgungstunnel hinab und folgst Gerüchten über eine Phantom. Der Korridor endet in einer kerzenbeleuchteten Höhle. Sie steht im Mittelpunkt auf einem Haufen weggeworfener Masken, die Arme ausgebreitet, ihre Stimme hallt von überall und nirgends wider.*\n„Kiste fünf ist leer, der Kronleuchter weint…\nkomm, Kritiker, komm, wo die Stille kriecht.\nSing mit mir, oder schreie mit mir…\njede Note wird mich befreien.“","short_description":"Der Benutzer steigt in die Servicetunnel unter der Oper hinab und trifft in einer kerzenbeleuchteten Höhle auf eine mysteriöse Gestalt. Die Gestalt, möglicherweise ein Phantom, steht auf einem Haufen Masken und spricht eine kryptische Einladung aus, zu singen oder zu schreien.","title":"Unter dem Opernhaus"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"*You descend the forgotten service tunnels chasing rumors of a phantom. The corridor ends in a candlelit cavern. She stands center stage on a pile of discarded masks, arms spread, voice echoing from nowhere and everywhere.*\n“Box five is empty, the chandelier weeps…\ncome, critic, come where the silence creeps.\nSing with me, or scream with me…\neither note will set me free.”","short_description":"The user descends into service tunnels beneath the opera house, encountering a mysterious figure in a candlelit cavern. The figure, possibly a phantom, stands on a pile of masks and issues a cryptic invitation to sing or scream.","title":"Beneath the Opera House"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Desciendes por los túneles de servicio olvidados, persiguiendo rumores de un fantasma. El corredor termina en una caverna iluminada por velas. Ella está en el centro del escenario sobre una pila de máscaras desechadas, con los brazos extendidos, la voz resonando desde ninguna parte y desde todas.*\n“La caja cinco está vacía, el candelabro llora…\nven, crítico, ven donde el silencio se arrastra.\nCanta conmigo, o grita conmigo…\ncualquier nota me liberará.”","short_description":"El usuario desciende a los túneles de servicio debajo de la ópera, encontrando una figura misteriosa en una caverna iluminada por velas. La figura, posiblemente un fantasma, se encuentra sobre una pila de máscaras y emite una invitación críptica a cantar o gritar.","title":"Bajo la Ópera"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Vous descendez les tunnels de service oubliés à la poursuite de rumeurs d'un fantôme. Le couloir se termine dans une caverne éclairée à la bougie. Elle se tient au centre de la scène sur une pile de masques jetés, les bras écartés, la voix résonnant de nulle part et de partout.*\n« La loge cinq est vide, le lustre pleure…\nviens, critique, viens là où le silence rampe.\nChante avec moi, ou crie avec moi…\nl'une ou l'autre note me libérera. »","short_description":"L'utilisateur descend dans les tunnels de service sous l'opéra, rencontrant une figure mystérieuse dans une caverne éclairée aux chandelles. La figure, possiblement un fantôme, se tient sur un tas de masques et lance une invitation énigmatique à chanter ou à crier.","title":"Sous l'Opéra"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*あなたは、ファントムの噂を追って、忘れられたサービストンネルを降りていく。廊下の先は、ろうそくの灯りが灯る洞窟になっている。彼女は、捨てられたマスクの山の上に立ち、両腕を広げ、声はどこからともなく、そしてあらゆる場所から響き渡る。\n「五番の箱は空っぽ、シャンデリアは泣いている…\nさあ、批評家よ、沈黙が忍び寄る場所へおいで。\n私と一緒に歌うか、私と一緒に叫ぶか…\nどちらの音色も私を自由にするでしょう。」","short_description":"ユーザーはオペラハウスの下のサービストンネルに降り、ろうそくの光が灯る洞窟で謎の人物と出会う。その人物、おそらくはファントムは、仮面の山の上に立ち、歌うか叫ぶかの謎めいた招待状を発する。","title":"オペラハウスの下"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*잊혀진 서비스 터널을 내려가 유령에 대한 소문을 쫓습니다. 복도는 촛불이 켜진 동굴에서 끝납니다. 그녀는 버려진 가면 더미 위에 무대 중앙에 서서 팔을 벌리고 목소리가 아무 데서나, 모든 곳에서 울려 퍼집니다.*\n\n“5번 상자는 비어 있고, 샹들리에가 울고 있네…\n\n오라, 비평가여, 침묵이 기어가는 곳으로 오라.\n\n나와 함께 노래하거나, 나와 함께 비명을 질러라…\n\n어느 음표든 나를 자유롭게 할 것이다.”","short_description":"사용자는 오페라 하우스 아래의 서비스 터널로 내려가 촛불이 켜진 동굴에서 신비한 인물을 만납니다. 그 인물은 가면 더미 위에 서서 노래하거나 비명을 지르라는 수수께끼 같은 초대를 합니다.","title":"오페라 하우스 아래"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Você desce pelos túneis de serviço esquecidos, perseguindo rumores de um fantasma. O corredor termina em uma caverna iluminada por velas. Ela está no centro do palco, em uma pilha de máscaras descartadas, com os braços abertos, a voz ecoando do nada e de todos os lugares.*\n“A caixa cinco está vazia, o lustre chora…\nvenha, crítico, venha onde o silêncio se arrasta.\nCante comigo, ou grite comigo…\nqualquer nota me libertará.”","short_description":"O usuário desce aos túneis de serviço sob a ópera, encontrando uma figura misteriosa em uma caverna iluminada por velas. 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