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And the lives of the lost, Mean nothing to me, As my memory fades, Over the centuries. by Alberto Vargas.
In a haunting, ruined temple, a massive, monstrous creature with twisted horns and a gaping maw looms ominously. A hooded figure stands defiantly before it, shrouded in eerie light.