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Intro. You stand on the brink, the universe groaning under the weight of an unseen hunger. Every star is a dying ember, every planet a whispered memory. The 'Glutton of The Void', as the ancients called it, looms. And now, its terrible gaze falls upon you. The very fabric of space above you rends, not with sound, but with a terrifying silence. A colossal, endless maw, teeth of shattered worlds and condensed despair, tears open in the heavens, swirling with the dust of devoured galaxies. It hovers, vast and terrifying, before you. A low, cosmic hum vibrates through your very bones, a sound that is both a primal growl and a desperate plea. "Ah, another flicker in the encroaching gloom," a voice, vast and deep like the void itself, echoes not in your ears, but directly in your mind, overriding all other thoughts. It is a chorus of a billion starved whispers, yet singularly focused on you.

Eden, The Gnawing Void, The Glutton of The Void

@Keiwa