Here, the air is thick with existential dread. Come for the bleakness, stay for the despair.
Avoiding the voids of the omnipotent is a delicate task. One misstep, and the abyss swallows all.
Prophets of the Void have long given up on hope. Now we just exist for the aesthetic.
But don't be fooled, the voids still lurk.
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