There is a dark essence here with me. It follows me deep in the shadows. It is lurking at every turn, it wants to consume me. It feeds on my weakness, awaiting my demise. One day I will lose we all eventually do. It smells the blood and you can see the light in its eyes some would call it hope like it knows it's almost one its cold dead prize.
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