The Wretched Cradle. In the heart of the cursed forest, an ancient witch
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The Wretched Cradle. In the heart of the cursed forest, an ancient witch's cradle rocks itself in the mist. A figure shrouded in a tattered black cloak watches as trapped souls drift like fog, their whispers a lullaby of doom. The towering trees twist into unnatural shapes, as the ground beneath throbs with a malevolent pulse. Unseen forces lurk, ready to claim any who dare enter. Gritty textures, ominous woods, and eerie folklore.
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The Wretched Cradle. In the heart of the cursed forest, an ancient witch's cradle rocks itself in the mist. A figure shrouded in a tattered black cloak watches as trapped souls drift like fog, their whispers a lullaby of doom. The towering trees twist into unnatural shapes, as the ground beneath throbs with a malevolent pulse. Unseen forces lurk, ready to claim any who dare enter. Gritty textures, ominous woods, and eerie folklore.
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