Can you feel it? It’s that peculiar smell of dread in the air… Or is that you, oh unfortunate traveller, wandering here like a little lost lamb? How great it would be if I could just have a taste of your blood… Don’t bother hiding – I will find you wherever you are.
You won’t find any solace in this land of mine – the gnarly trees will cover the moon, and you won’t see your home ever again. Can you feel how the sweltering heat drives you mad, and the air that hangs like a heavy blanket wears your energy faster? Lay your head, oh restless traveller, and be my hapless puppet!
No obstacles nor walls will contain me when I am hungry – you are defenceless against me. I can fly through the tiniest keyholes, pass through the narrowest cracks in walls, or slide under the door you locked so carefully. My dear, my dear… Do you recognize the place where I roam freely?
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