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you turn around and look at the depression as though you were looking the devil in the eye. You say to the depression, “Come on depression, do your trip, because you're just a depression, and here I am.”
A lone figure stands defiantly on a cliff, brandishing a sword. Before him looms a dark, horned entity, shrouded in swirling shadows, as tension builds in a battle of wills.