Chanoro Flashfreeze


Lost in a world of shadows and despair,
The stink of terror is strong in the air,
No sense of time or sight or touch,
With only the screaming, you don't know much,
A great inky chasm, a giant dark plain,
Filled with sorrow and grief to drive you insane,
An inhuman cry splits the air,
A spine-chilling scream raises your hair,
A moment of silence, the whispers have ceased,

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