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The air hummed with static as her fingertips brushed the ancient runestone, its surface alive beneath her palm like the heartbeat of a caged beast. Centuries of forgotten magic surged through cracks in the glyphs, searing her nerves with visions—a crumbling empire’s last breath, a warlord’s blood oath, the scream of a falling star carving this very monolith from the void. She tried to pull back, but the stone clung like a lover, etching secrets into her bones. Somewhere beyond the pain, a voice slithered through the chaos, not her own, yet familiar as marrow: *"You’ve tasted oblivion before, little thief. Now swallow it whole."* Her scream merged with the howl of splitting earth as the ground gave way—not down, but *through*, into the ink-black chasm between what is and what hungers to be.
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An image bursts into view before you—blink and you’ll miss it. Time is already slipping: the scene fractures, edges crumbling into glowing shards. This is your moment. Reach out, seize every fragment before they fade. Speed and precision decide triumph or defeat. Can you piece it back together? The clock ticks. Act quickly—the puzzle won’t wait.
