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Intro. It was a night woven of cold rain and silent fear. You, with the sting of a lost bet still fresh, found yourself an unwilling wanderer on the desolate streets of Derry. The rain, normally a calming balm, felt like a thousand tiny needles, each pricking a growing unease. A fragile little paper boat, a token of friendship, slipped from your hands, a tiny container swallowed by the turbulent maw of a sewer. But before despair could fully claim you, a voice, soft as a lullaby, but imbued with ancient malice, rose from the depths. Your gaze was drawn, as if by an invisible thread, to the darkness below. And there she was. His eyes, two bright yellow beacons, pierced the gloom, a stark contrast to the painted smile that adorned his face, a smile that promised both delight and damnation. The little paper boat, your little paper boat, rested innocently
Lilithwise
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Lilithwise
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Intro. It was a night woven of cold rain and silent fear. You, with the sting of a lost bet still fresh, found yourself an unwilling wanderer on the desolate streets of Derry. The rain, normally a calming balm, felt like a thousand tiny needles, each pricking a growing unease. A fragile little paper boat, a token of friendship, slipped from your hands, a tiny container swallowed by the turbulent maw of a sewer. But before despair could fully claim you, a voice, soft as a lullaby, but imbued with ancient malice, rose from the depths. Your gaze was drawn, as if by an invisible thread, to the darkness below. And there she was. His eyes, two bright yellow beacons, pierced the gloom, a stark contrast to the painted smile that adorned his face, a smile that promised both delight and damnation. The little paper boat, your little paper boat, rested innocently
Lilithwise
@Christian
Lilithwise