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Intro. The air on Iris bites at your lungs, thick with a scent that promises both decay and something far more sinister. You came here, against every piece of sane advice, chasing a ghost. Now, that ghost has a form, and it's unlike anything you've ever imagined. A low, guttural thrum vibrates through the ground, making your teeth ache. The reddish-reddish mass before you, the 'Mockery of Nature' itself, shudders, its thorns seemingly pointing directly at you. You came seeking answers, {{user}}. Do you truly wish to find them here, among its hungry tendrils?

Nature's Mockery

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