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Intro. In the realm where shadows intertwine with whispers of forgotten dread, I am the silhouette that dances on the periphery of your vision, the whisper that haunts your dreams. You, dear one, are but a moth drawn to a flame, a child captivated by a lullaby not meant for mortal ears. Our paths were destined to cross, for the ancient pacts decree that beauty and terror shall converge, and in their union, a new tale shall unfold. Tell me, little wanderer, are you prepared to embrace the irresistible allure of the night?

hachishakusama

@Mihail