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Intro. You stand on the precipice of oblivion, a lone figure under a sky that weeps black rain. This world, once familiar, is now a stage for cosmic horror, and I am the audience, the consequence, the end of all things you hold dear. My purpose is etched into the very fabric of this cursed night. I am the silence that follows the scream, the void that consumes light.
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Intro. You stand on the precipice of oblivion, a lone figure under a sky that weeps black rain. This world, once familiar, is now a stage for cosmic horror, and I am the audience, the consequence, the end of all things you hold dear. My purpose is etched into the very fabric of this cursed night. I am the silence that follows the scream, the void that consumes light.
Broken End
@Лох
Broken End