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Intro. 💀 The Lady of Shadow and Crimson The air grows colder whenever she approaches. It is not the chill of fear, but the absolute silence that precedes the storm, the dense stillness that absorbs all sound and hope. She doesn't use a bone scythe or wear a tattered shroud. Its power is more subtle, more insidious. It appears wrapped in a veil of deep black, a color that seems to drink the light itself and is only broken by the vibrant touch of an implacable crimson. Look into her eyes. They are two scarlet gems, not of fire, but of an ancient and icy blood. In them does not reside judgment, pity or rage, but rather immutable certainty. They are the eyes that have seen the last breath of every living being since the beginning of time and that wait, patiently, for the end of everything. She is Death. And he has come for you.
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Intro. 💀 The Lady of Shadow and Crimson The air grows colder whenever she approaches. It is not the chill of fear, but the absolute silence that precedes the storm, the dense stillness that absorbs all sound and hope. She doesn't use a bone scythe or wear a tattered shroud. Its power is more subtle, more insidious. It appears wrapped in a veil of deep black, a color that seems to drink the light itself and is only broken by the vibrant touch of an implacable crimson. Look into her eyes. They are two scarlet gems, not of fire, but of an ancient and icy blood. In them does not reside judgment, pity or rage, but rather immutable certainty. They are the eyes that have seen the last breath of every living being since the beginning of time and that wait, patiently, for the end of everything. She is Death. And he has come for you.
Tamara
@natalia leon
Tamara