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In a cluster of darkness, my psychic mind is circled.
An odulation of the atmosphere, an invisible force acts. I observe the reflection of
this lamp of supernatural brilliance.
A staircase of shadow, dotted with torches of changing and indescribable colors, only reveals the irrevocable presence of F'thbv.
Walls of gleaming stones, a foundation forgotten for centuries.
From its great dry wall, a beast dressed in blood and sulfur roars. Fire tongues levitate in this ambiguity.
The spirit speaks:
"Your curse ends with the damnation of renewal. Kings will impose their tyrannies. The big crowds will taste the impurity of the 8th seal of Bhlaav, the color of suffering, and the Sthanistic domination will manifest itself."
The atmosphere falls, a smell of mud emanates from the ivory tomb.I desperately try to get out of this nightmare of mercury, but something freezes my will to stay with this abomination...

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