I see red, Perched atop a jagged, blood-soaked rock stands a tall
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i see red, Perched atop a jagged, blood-soaked rock stands a tall, thin figure draped in tattered, white robes stained red at the edges. Its face is concealed beneath a black hood, the only visible feature a single, wide-open eye glowing bright red against the darkness of its hood. Its skeletal hands clutch a long, crooked staff that drips with fresh blood, leaving a trail wherever it moves. Behind the figure, the sky swirls with blood-red clouds, occasionally flashing with bursts of dark lightning, though there is no sound. The ground below is cracked and scarred, with black, viscous liquid seeping through the fissures. Surrounding the Watcher are motionless figures, their white, faceless heads turned up toward the sky, as if frozen in a moment of horror. Each one stands in perfect stillness, hands bound behind their backs, black chains dripping blood at their feet. The Watcher’s eye never blinks, staring intently at the figures, as though waiting for something to stir.
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i see red, Perched atop a jagged, blood-soaked rock stands a tall, thin figure draped in tattered, white robes stained red at the edges. Its face is concealed beneath a black hood, the only visible feature a single, wide-open eye glowing bright red against the darkness of its hood. Its skeletal hands clutch a long, crooked staff that drips with fresh blood, leaving a trail wherever it moves. Behind the figure, the sky swirls with blood-red clouds, occasionally flashing with bursts of dark lightning, though there is no sound. The ground below is cracked and scarred, with black, viscous liquid seeping through the fissures. Surrounding the Watcher are motionless figures, their white, faceless heads turned up toward the sky, as if frozen in a moment of horror. Each one stands in perfect stillness, hands bound behind their backs, black chains dripping blood at their feet. The Watcher’s eye never blinks, staring intently at the figures, as though waiting for something to stir.
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