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In the heart of a foreboding forest, thick tendrils of mist curl around gnarled trees, casting eerie shadows that dance in the faint moonlight. The atmosphere is thick with an unsettling silence, pierced only by the distant rustle of leaves. In this nightmarish realm, a dark creature with a strikingly beautiful silhouette lurks just beyond the gnarled trunks, her figure alluring yet unsettling. Fiery, twisted horns crown her head, jutting ominously against the ghostly fog. The dim light flickers