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I remember my trek through Cedar Valley last spring, before everything changed. The morning fog wrapped around the trees like ghostly fingers, and my compass seemed to spin without purpose. Something about that place felt wrong, fundamentally wrong, from the moment I stepped onto the trail.

Orphanages and group homes are supposed to be places of refuge. [pause: 0.7s] A safe haven... [slow] for those who have nowhere else to go. [pause: 1.0s] But... [whisper] old buildings have a way of holding onto things. [normal] Memories. Energies. [pause: 0.8s] Or sometimes... [darker tone] something much darker.

Their monuments crumbled like salted sand beneath the tide of time. The grand architects, once masters of the atom, were forgotten. In the cold void, a new consciousness flickered to life, indifferent to the ghosts of the past. The cycle was complete; the era of flesh had ended.

Tonight, we're examining a terrifying incident from Montana's Devil's Cave system. At 11:45 PM, three experienced spelunkers ventured inside, but only two emerged. What followed was a 48-hour nightmare that would push human endurance to its absolute limits. Viewer discretion is advised.

The Sterling Prize. Most coveted award at Blackwood Institute. Five candidates. One winner. But tonight. Something changed. The judges' sealed envelope disappeared. In its place, a black card. Three words: "The game ends." No signature. No explanation.

Tonight, we witness something unprecedented, not in the headlines, not in the chaos of social media, but in the quiet chambers where real power moves. They thought we wouldn't see it, couldn't understand it, but history has its own way of revealing truth.

History is often written by the survivors, but the earth belongs to those who fell. We marched into the fog without a sense of purpose, without a map to guide us back, and without the certainty that our names would ever be remembered by those we left behind.

Batman crouches on the edge of Wayne Tower, his cape billowing in the night wind. Below, Gotham's streets pulse with activity. Commissioner Gordon approaches the Bat-Signal while Detective Bullock grumbles about vigilantes. The Dark Knight prepares his grappling hook, ready for another night's work.