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It penetrates into your spirit
He speaks
Unknown language
Rustle of hell
You hear his its voice
You listen to its narrative
The suffering of its existence
Roguish
The spirit approaches
It walks calmly slowly
It slides on the ground
Its perfume is magic
An unknown smell
