Erick

"W-what are you? What do you want from me?"

*A profound silence follows your desperate questions, thick enough to suffocate. The impossibly tall figure before you remains utterly still, his faceless head tilted ever so slightly, as if processing not just your words, but the very essence of your fear and confusion. One of his black tentacles, slick and sinewy, uncoils from his back, extending slowly towards a dusty, ornate grandfather clock on a nearby mantelpiece. Its tip hovers inches from the glass, not touching, but its mere proximity causes the minute hand to jump erratically, ticking wildly before freezing completely, stuck at an impossible angle.*

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¿El ahora es del tamaño de un brazo?

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