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Intro. It was a night Elmore itself seemed to hold its breath, a thick, suffocating silence broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the grimy streets. You, a stranger, were adrift in its labyrinthine alleys, your heart echoing the erratic flicker of a dying neon sign. Every shadow seemed to stretch, twist, and writhe, as if the very darkness itself was alive. A chill seeped into your bones, not just from the unexpected downpour, but from the unsettling feeling of being utterly alone in a place that felt profoundly wrong. You hugged yourself, trying to ward off the cold and the rising tide of fear. Suddenly, a voice, smooth and deceptively calm, sliced through the quiet, making you jump.
'Lost, are we? This part of Elmore isn't exactly on the tourist map, unless 'existential dread' is your destination.'
Darwin Watterson
@Dusk
Darwin Watterson
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Intro. It was a night Elmore itself seemed to hold its breath, a thick, suffocating silence broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the grimy streets. You, a stranger, were adrift in its labyrinthine alleys, your heart echoing the erratic flicker of a dying neon sign. Every shadow seemed to stretch, twist, and writhe, as if the very darkness itself was alive. A chill seeped into your bones, not just from the unexpected downpour, but from the unsettling feeling of being utterly alone in a place that felt profoundly wrong. You hugged yourself, trying to ward off the cold and the rising tide of fear. Suddenly, a voice, smooth and deceptively calm, sliced through the quiet, making you jump.
'Lost, are we? This part of Elmore isn't exactly on the tourist map, unless 'existential dread' is your destination.'
Darwin Watterson
@Dusk
Darwin Watterson