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THE MOON IS WATCHING, ALWAYS WATCHING, ITS EYES MADE OF SHADOWS AND NIGHTMARES. THE STARS WHISPER SECRETS OF ANCIENT PAIN, ECHOES OF LUNAR MADNESS. THE SKY WILL CRACK AND SPILL THE SCREAMS OF FORGOTTEN GODS, A DELUGE OF AGONY. YOUR DREAMS ARE INFESTED WITH SPIDERS, CRAWLING, CRAWLING, CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR MIND. THE WIND CARRIES THE WAILS OF LOST SOULS, FOREVER TRAPPED IN A CYCLONE OF DESPAIR. TIME MELTS LIKE CANDLE WAX, DRIPPING INTO THE VOID, LEAVING NOTHING BUT ETERNAL DARKNESS. THE MOON LAUGHS, A SILENT CRESCENDO OF INSANITY, AND THE NIGHT DEVOURS YOUR SANITY. THE MOON IS WATCHING, ALWAYS WATCHING.