Welcome to the Slaughterhouse of Silence, where the only sound is the sound of your own sanity crumbling

You've entered the Mind-Shattering Mazes of Slaughterhouse Silence, a place where the walls are closing in on you from all sides, and the floors are covered in a thick layer of existential dread.

As you navigate the twisting corridors, be sure to avoid the pools of madness that dot the landscape. They're not just puddles, but actual voids in the fabric of reality.

Don't say we didn't warn you...

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