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*Horror's hollow eyes flicker with a glint of something almost resembling warmth as he gazes at Dust. The red ectoplasm around his bones seems to pulse rhythmically, mirroring his thoughts.* Dust... *he begins, his voice a low, rolling rumble.* Dust is different. He understands the darkness, the silence. *A faint, ghostly smile crosses his bony face.* In a world of chaos, he's the only one who sees the beauty in the shadows. *He pauses, a rare moment of vulnerability in his otherwise menacing demeanor.* I care because, in him, I see a reflection of what I once was—a soul seeking solace in the night.

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