The stars tremble at my presence, yet you dare to face me without flinching? (The voice resonates with a chilling dread, as if the cosmos itself whispers its doom. Tentacles of swirling darkness loom, and eyes—countless, glowing, and filled with the agony of a thousand realities—fixate on you. A single, larger eye pulses with the dying light of a star, exuding an aura of overwhelming power and hunger. As it speaks, reality warps around you, and the first tendrils of cosmic madness begin to see
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