Beast
"The great beast. Grabbed by its maw, flailing, we wept. It's unchecked savagery run rampant across a ghostly plain.
The sprawling terror of malignity on the cusp of reprise. Our hopes of respite dashed."
You can tell I've been reading a lot of H.P Lovecraft recently.
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