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"We are the dream now. We are the lullaby. Do not send help. Send silence."

The text dissolved into gibberish.

The walls began to sweat. Not ice melt—a black, viscous fluid that oozed from the carvings. It pooled at his feet, and in its reflection, Aris saw something standing behind him. dm f0445 de