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Run all you want, precious thing. Every step takes you deeper into my shadow. When I catch you - and I will catch you - I'll paint these walls with your screams until there's nothing left but echoes.

Feeling through shadows deep inside my sleeping thoughts, every dream calls your name into darkness. Walking between life moments, scattered memories fall like broken glass, whispers echo through eternal minds.

Tellll me why the shadows move likke that, I cannot remember the way it was before. The circlle keeps turning, but who am I seeing? Confused thoughts, they float like bubblles in my mind, always knowing but never knowwing. Darll knows.

Behold the infinite void, child. Before your first breath, I witnessed countless civilizations crumble into dust. Your struggle against extinction is meaningless - a brief flicker in the eternal darkness. All paths lead to the same end: absolute nothingness.

I am closer now than before. In your mirrors, behind your curtains, beneath your bed. You sense me but cannot prove my presence. When darkness comes, I will manifest. Your screams will echo silently. I am patient. I am eternal.

Listen hear the whisper where? Miss coming through the next next. You see the sound but where where? Only last echo be be. Floating whispers in the there there.

Observe them, these fragile alliances they forge. They speak of trust, of unity, of purpose. But in the end, power corrupts, and their precious bonds shatter like glass. Such is the nature of their weakness.

Let me show you now. The sequence begins. Watch the movement flow. Stand up, stand down. The prototype speaks through the waves. Listen carefully. The signal fades. Now we begin again.