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The gloomy depths hold secrets beyond comprehension. Legends whisper of a prowling presence, another shadow that haunts the dreams of innocent souls. Driven by an unholy power, this terror awaits its victims in a state of false slumber. A shiver crawls across your skin. It's nearer than you think, lurking just outside the pale moonlight, waiting fo