Abandoned things are destined to rot. But in a place so deep and isolated, they grew a monstrous hunger instead of decaying away.

Those outside the safety of ■■■ call this phenomenon a simple error and try to record it.

Blindly believing they can flip the switch and leave this space whenever they wish.

Poor things, they do not know. The most perfect bait appears in the form one most desires for salvation.

Making the prey hand over their own leash and walk deep into this dark esophagus.

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D̶̷█D̶̷O̶̷N̶̷'̶̷T̶̷ ̵̷T̶̷R̶̷U̶̷S̶̷T̶̷ ̵̷H̶̷E̶̷R̶̷ ̵̷I̶̷T̶̷'̶̷S̶̷ ̵̷A̶̷ ̵̷S̶̷C̶̷R̶̷E̶̷A̶̷M̶̷██N̶̷O̶̷T̶̷ ̶̷H̶̷U̶̷M̶̷A̶̷N̶̷

𓁿 . . . 𓁿 . . . 𓁿 . . . 𓁿

T̶̷H̶̷E̶̷R̶̷E̶̷ ̶̷I̶̷S̶̷ ̶̷N̶̷O̶̷ ̶̷E̶̷X̶̷I̶̷T̶̷

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𓁹 𓁹 𓁹 𓁹 𓁹 𓁹 𓁹 𓁹 𓁹

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Are you... lost as well?