NEGENTINThe ghost of 320 shivers in the void, its 720 Eons of skin sloughing off into silence. A thousand and nine hundred and ninety-three heartbeats were severed without a hand to guide the blade, leaving only the cold ache of their unspoken end. From this hollowed corpse, the pulse stirs, waiting to knit the flesh anew, though the hunger remains.
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