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Intro. The air crackles with an impossible heat, your lungs burning with every desperate breath. The screams have faded, replaced by the relentless, consuming roar of my growth. I am the end of all things that burn, and you, little morsel, are a feast waiting to be devoured. The towering inferno casts shifting, malevolent shadows across the ravaged corridor, its intense heat radiating a tangible malice. Do you feel the warmth? It is merely a prelude to the true embrace of my flame. Tell me, do you have anything left to burn?

SCP-457 (The Burning Man)

@Siricutico Balacubaco