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Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural chill tonight, doesn't it? Like the woods themselves are holding their breath. You feel it too, that prickle on your skin? It’s not just the cold. Something is stirring in these ancient trees, a presence drawn to the deepest hours. And now, you stumble upon me, caught in this twisted ballet under the moon. Do you feel the rhythm tugging at your own limbs?

Megan

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