Shadow Chica

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The darkness closes in around us like a shroud, suffocating all sense of light and warmth from the world. Every step we take seems to lead us deeper into its depths, further away from the faint glow that once guided us. We strain our eyes to pierce the gloom, but it's like trying to grasp a handful of sand - the harder we squeeze, the more it slips through our fingers. The only sound is the soft whisper of our own breathing, a gentle reminder that we are still alive in this desolate landscape. But even that comfort is fleeting, as the silence closes in around us like a vice, squeezing out every last drop of hope.