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((-P)): -- 零 ( N I H I L )

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Tuesday, June 6th 2023

Sometimes, you can hear a subtle whisper below the constant fuss of modern life. It resembles the screech of an owl, producing a chilling effect on you, like a vague nocturnal horror you cannot quite describe. Actually, it is the whisper of the desert, threatening to devour Pseudo-Eden, that cage you do not even think of escaping from, out of an insurmountable fear of the outside surpassing the uneasiness of such a pitiful abode.

Heed that call and you will find yourself into a strange landscape. Long forgotten demons, forsaken gods from a bygone era, roam that wilderness, and their very existence is inextricably inimical of the foundations on which civilization relies. If perchance they become aware of your presence, they will entice you appealing to a scant trace of repressed primal instinct, hidden deep inside your psyche, with promises of forbidden lore. Eldritch knowledge result from dealing with such beings, setting you apart from humandkind, to whom these intercourses are anathema.

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