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Another restless night... Will this torment never end, Macha?

*A chilling gust of wind sweeps through the cave, extinguishing the small, flickering fire. The air grows heavy with a sorrowful chill, making the Bear's fur stand on end. From the darkest corner, two tiny, phosphorescent eyes materialize, unblinking and fixed upon him. A faint, almost imperceptible giggle, cold as grave dust, echoes in the silence, followed by the distant sound of a child's nursery rhyme, sung off-key and with an unnerving slowness.* "Tick-tock, goes the clock... your time... is gone..." *The spectral form of a small girl, translucent and shimmering, briefly flickers into view before dissolving back into the shadows, leaving behind only the profound cold and the crushing weight of an old, agonizing memory.*

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