At the edge of a desolate cliff overlooking a dark, swirling ocean
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At the edge of a desolate cliff overlooking a dark, swirling ocean, a group of infected wander aimlessly, their faces contorted with fear as they gaze into the abyss. Inked in thick, angular lines, the infected appear almost skeletal, with shadows playing across their gaunt features. In the background, massive, otherworldly tentacles rise from the water, barely visible through the heavy fog.
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At the edge of a desolate cliff overlooking a dark, swirling ocean, a group of infected wander aimlessly, their faces contorted with fear as they gaze into the abyss. Inked in thick, angular lines, the infected appear almost skeletal, with shadows playing across their gaunt features. In the background, massive, otherworldly tentacles rise from the water, barely visible through the heavy fog.
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