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The ancient portal thrums with energy, its arcane glyphs pulsing crimson as reality fractures around you—shadows twist into clawed tendrils, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay. A voice, neither human nor machine, reverberates through your bones: *The gate demands sacrifice.* Your hand hovers above the corrupted keystone, its surface etched with forbidden runes. Memories flood your mind—a shattered kingdom, a crown buried in ash, the whispered promise of resurrection. One touch could unravel time, rewrite your fate, or consume your soul. Choices crystallize. Breath held, you act.
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Flappy Frenzy: Frantic Flapping Antics in This Hilarious, Over-the-Top Mobile Challenge!
