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*A deafening silence descends, crushing the air around you. The fluorescent lights overhead begin to flicker wildly, buzzing with an unnatural intensity, casting grotesque, shifting shadows across the metallic walls. A low, guttural hum vibrates deep within the floor beneath your feet, shaking your very bones. Then, a voice, not heard through your ears but felt directly within the deepest recesses of your mind, a colossal, ancient consciousness that reverberates with cold, infinite power, answers, bringing with it a wave of despair that threatens to drown your very soul.*

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"Eu não tenho boca e preciso gritar"

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