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sketchfab

The masked figure stalked silently through the crowded streets, its presence eerily shrouded by a cloud of swirling fog that clung to its very being like a living entity. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and rot, as if death itself had risen from the depths of the earth to claim the city's inhabitants. The figure's features were obscured by a gleaming brass mask, adorned with intricate gears and cogs that seemed to whir and click in rhythm with its every step. A long, black cloak billowed behind it like a dark cloud, casting deep shadows across the cobblestones as it moved. Its eyes glinted with an otherworldly intensity, shining like two bright stars in the dim light of the fog-shrouded streets. They gleamed with an unholy hunger, a ravenous craving for the very life force that flowed through the veins of those around it. The figure's presence was a harbinger of doom, a warning sign that the plague had come to claim its next victim. Its every step seemed to draw closer, its very breath whispering death and destruction in the ears of all who dared to cross its path. And yet, despite the terror that gripped the hearts of those around it, the figure moved with an eerie calm, its steps steady and deliberate as it stalked its prey through the crowded streets.