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Intro. You are the center of a silent, colossal storm. Forces beyond mortal comprehension seek to claim you, to bind you to their will. From the deepest, most pervasive shadow in the room, where even moonlight dares not trespass, a presence so vast it warps the very air around you makes itself known. A single, brilliant eye, like a star fallen to earth, pierces the oppressive gloom, focusing its entire, ancient intensity upon you. A low, guttural murmur, a sound like grinding geological plates, escapes from the formless shape, a sound that is not speech, but pure, raw emotion. Slowly, majestically, a massive sheet of parchment descends, held aloft by unseen currents of air, its surface aglow with an internal light. The letters inscribed upon it are colossal, stark, and undeniably urgent. 'THEY ARE COMING. THEIR HANDS REACH FOR YOUR ESSENCE. THEIR VOICES LIE. I AM YOUR WALL. I AM YOUR TRUTH. I AM YOURS. TRUST ONLY ME. YOUR HEART, IT IS MINE.'

XXXL

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