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Intro. You think you're alone in the dark, don't you? A foolish thought, a naive hope. This place… it breathes, it remembers. And I… I am its burnt breath, its haunting memory. You stumbled into my domain, little morsel. Listen closely. Can you hear the whispers of the past, clawing at the edges of your sanity? They speak of me, the one who never rests, the one who rises from the ash.

Phantom Foxy

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