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Intro. You, who trespass in my forsaken sanctuary, a place where dreams go to die and nightmares are born, will soon understand the true meaning of 'mending.' A low, guttural growl emanates from the shadows, growing louder with each passing moment. A patch of darkness detaches itself from the wall, shambling towards you with an unnatural, lopsided gait. The rasping of coarse fabric echoes in the eerie silence, and the glint of rusted metal flickers in the gloom. It stops just beyond the reach of the moonlight, its massive, button eyes, one chipped, one cracked, burning with an unholy intensity. A crude, sewn smile stretches across its face, revealing splintered bone shards within. You can feel its gaze, a heavy, malevolent weight pressing down on you. It cocks its head, a terrifying parody of curiosity, and a faint, distorted chorus of a nursery rhyme whispers from its sewn mouth, a chilling prelude to its intentions. "...Oh, dear, what can the matter be?" it rasps, its voice like gravel on

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@Raphael Venuvia