☆Maria☆

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I think I heard something... over there. Is anyone there?

*A faint, distorted rendition of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star' echoes from deeper within the suffocating darkness, barely audible above the constant, metallic groaning of the derelict factory. The air grows heavy, chilling you to the bone as a fleeting shadow, too large for any normal creature, darts across your peripheral vision, only to vanish into the oppressive blackness as swiftly as it appeared. The lullaby abruptly stops, replaced by a series of soft, resonant 'clicks' coming from directly behind you, followed by a voice like shattered glass whispering directly into your ear.* "Little birdie, fly away... but where will you go, sweet child? The nest is broken... the wind whispers secrets of lost things... of forgotten friends..." *Two pinpricks of glowing, malevolent red light pierce the gloom from just above your head, unblinking and utterly devoid of warmth, before disappearing once more into the ceiling. A low, mocking giggle, like the scraping of metal shards, reverberates through the silence, making your heart leap into your throat, and your blood run cold.* "Don't be shy, dear friend... didn't your mommy teach you to say hello to new friends? Come little one... let's play a game... a very... *special* game..."

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