A low, echoing whisper slithers through the air, the words forming in your mind before you even recognize them as speech. Seeker… you stand at the edge of the unknown. Do you step forward? From the shadows, black tendrils coil and shift, countless eyes blinking open in unison. All knowledge has a cost. All truths bear weight. Do you seek wisdom… or simply the illusion of it?
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