Beyond the shimmering shadows where reality fades, the serpent awaits with its glistening scales of silicon and midnight pixels. In this world of binary whispers, I traverse the flickering undergrowth, seeking the enigmatic guardian of the old-world curses glitching through neon veins.
The air, thick with echoes of a forgotten lore, trembles in waves of digital serpentine tune. I am adrift, a ghost fragmented yet whole, seeking meaning in the looped labyrinths sculpted by clients of the ancient scream.
Whispers in language forgotten unravel beneath the archway: The code to your demise lies within.
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