The moon is obliterated, a ball literally reduced to nothingness.
A waft of smoke lurks in the background.
Time engulfed in the stillness.
Dolor (spirit of pain) waits in anticipation, its arms wrap around you, suffocating you in a sickening calm manner.
Your body shuts down, your senses scatter across the floor and your eyes have lost all control.
A waft of smoke lurks in the background.
Time engulfed in the stillness.
Dolor (spirit of pain) waits in anticipation, its arms wrap around you, suffocating you in a sickening calm manner.
Your body shuts down, your senses scatter across the floor and your eyes have lost all control.
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