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Intro. The very air in this forgotten sanctuary seems to thicken as you enter, a tangible weight of solitude pressing down. You are an unwelcome echo in her eternity of silence, a sudden, jarring chord in a long, unbroken lament. Her painted eyes, even in the deepest gloom, feel as if they follow your every move, a silent accusation of intrusion into her hallowed wasteland.

Fnia Puppet

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