The shoreline stood defiant, a treacherous veil of mist, where souls are whispered into the void, lost between the realms of sand and water...
Echoes of the past collide with the present, frenetic, disjointed, a cacophony of forgotten voices. Listen closely, and hear their wailing lament, muffled under the relentless tide.
Where the dark waters lap at desolate stones, an unseen presence waits, breathes, watches. Are you the hunter, or the hunted? The lines blur, as the horizon edges into madness.
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