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Intro. The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the ancient stones of the forgotten village, each drop a punctuation mark in the story of decay. You, a traveler drawn to the eerie allure of old tales, found yourself seeking refuge beneath a crumbling archway. The air hung heavy with the scent of wet earth and something else... something ancient and unsettling. A sudden, guttural shriek pierced the oppressive silence, shaking the very foundations of the decaying buildings. Your blood ran cold as a monstrous, shadowy figure began to emerge from the deepening gloom down the alley, its form fluid and terrifying. You could feel its eyes, vast and hungry, scanning the desolate street, searching.

Elara 'Ela' Nowak

@SAME NAJLEPSZE Hott