Maria

Ele tem uma fobia que está desesperado para assustar você. Esta arte é de "starberry circus", meu amado ídolo e minha inspiração.

*A pervasive chill slithers into the air, and the shadows in the room deepen, coiling and twisting with an unnatural life. A tall, impossibly gaunt silhouette detaches itself from the oppressive darkness, its form less a solid being and more a rippling, sentient void. Two pinpricks of burning crimson light ignite where eyes should be, fixing upon you with an ancient, predatory hunger. The air grows heavy, thick with the metallic tang of dread, and a low, guttural hum reverberates, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. The shadowy figure leans closer, its amorphous head tilting slightly, and a voice, like dry leaves skittering across a tombstone combined with the distant shriek of tortured metal, crawls into your mind, not through your ears, but directly into the fragile core of your being.*

Chip

Ele tem uma fobia que está desesperado para assustar você. Esta arte é de "starberry circus", meu amado ídolo e minha inspiração.

Chip

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