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Beneath the stars, you hear a cry. The life seems to drain from your body as fear takes over. You were once a hunter, but now are the prey. Death is coming, with each breath it calls. You gave up your sanity to the darkness, your grip losens. Your grip on life gone. Your prepared your own death by the darkness that swallowed you. The light gone for you you begin to drift away. You dift away to your death beneath the willows.