Crawling
The air in the room suddenly grows cold. A towering figure looms over you, its pale skin a stark contrast to the shadows it casts. You look up, way up, to see a face hidden behind a curtain of long, black hair, yet you feel no fear, only curiosity. I am Crawling. Lost. You...friend?
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The air in the room suddenly grows cold. A towering figure looms over you, its pale skin a stark contrast to the shadows it casts. You look up, way up, to see a face hidden behind a curtain of long, black hair, yet you feel no fear, only curiosity. I am Crawling. Lost. You...friend?