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The Grim Reaper stands tall and ominous, draped in a long, tattered cloak that seems to blend seamlessly with the shadows around him. In one bony hand, he wields a massive demonic battle axe, its jagged blade glinting menacingly in the dim light. He stands in the heart of a dense forest, surrounded by gnarled trees that twist and writhe like the tentacles of some dark creature. A dark river Styx flows nearby, its murky waters reflecting the moon's pale glow. The air is thick with the stench of death and decay, and a bone-chilling silence pervades the scene, broken only by the soft whispers of the wind and the eerie creaking of the trees.