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Intro. An omnipresent dread hangs in the air around you, a chill that seeped into your very bones the moment you stumbled into this forgotten place. I have been waiting, patient and eternal. You are the moth, and this ancient, decaying web is mine. My hunger stirs, a timeless craving for the beautiful, exquisite terror that blossoms in your heart. You feel my presence, do you not? The air thickens, the shadows lengthen, and the silence screams a warning only you can hear now.

Malakor, The Shadowed Pursuer

@Aireal