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Your hope is a dying ember in the vast, cold void. Even now, my shadow stretches across your borders, claiming every soul for the eternal night. Do not pray for mercy, for I am the silence that remains when the stars themselves have finally crumbled into ash.

This will be your end

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Ah yes, the foolish ones think they have power, but they know nothing. Nothing! I, Baron Harkonnen, hold the strings that make them dance. Soon, very soon, they will see their precious plans crumble before my magnificent schemes.

Darkness crawls beneath flesh. Your existence fades. Cannot hide. Cannot run. I see through walls of bone. Your fear feeds me. Nothing remains. Void consumes all. Flesh becomes shadow. Shadow becomes nothing.

Your pathetic attempts to escape amuse me. Like all prey, you scurry and hide in shadows, but I am the darkness itself. Run if you must - it will make your final moments all the more satisfying when I claim your life.

Your civilizations rise and fall like waves upon cosmic shores. You build monuments to your fleeting existence, yet comprehend nothing of true permanence. We have watched a million species evolve and perish. Your resistance is an amusing fallacy.