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lxe заманил меня в игру
Cragne Manor, и я помаленьку по ней двигаюсь. Текстовые игры - один из способов расширять знание английского. Не самый скучный. 😀
Периодически прошу ИИ визуализировать отдельные сцены из игры.
"The gravel road curves here past the doors of an old stone church, which squats defeatedly amid a few straggly trees. Behind it, to the northeast, you can see the first few stones of a modest graveyard. To the east the road narrows to cross a small bridge into the village proper; to the north, it crests the hill toward the train station."
"The trees here gather, black with wet; glimmering fingers hung with ragged matter, huddling beneath a cold and gently weeping sky. Beneath your feet, the damp red felt of rotting leaves slopes down toward a still, murky puddle. Nearby is a well, capped off with crumbling cement. A broken-down section of brick wall waits for raindrops to fall along its spine, and an old, half-dead oak straddles an angular boulder studded with quartz. A path through the forest leads south."
"You enter a clearing, the earth barren and the air heavy with mist. A low windowless wooden shack dominates the area. Sitting by the shack is a wooden painted doll, clockwork mechanisms visible in its joints. It’s startlingly lifelike. The woods are to the northwest, while that godforsaken town is to the southeast. On the ground, just out of the doll’s reach, lie some loose scraps of paper."
