The mountain of bones loomed, a silent monument to a forgotten tragedy. Each step I took sent a shower of dust and bone fragments raining down around me, the air thick with the stench of decay and the weight of untold suffering. The higher I climbed, the more unsettling the patterns in the bone arrangement became—a deliberate stacking, a macabre architecture hinting at a ritualistic purpose far beyond simple burial.
I reached the summit, the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple. The view was breathtaking in its desolation, the safe zone stretching out before me, its beauty now poisoned by the knowledge of its gruesome foundation. Before me, the bone mountain cast a long, skeletal shadow across the land.
Then, I saw it. A single, perfectly preserved skull, resting atop the highest point of the mountain. It was human, but unlike any human skull I'd ever seen. Its size was immense, its features grotesquely elongated, its empty sockets seeming to pierce the very fabric of reality. A primal urge, a morbid curiosity, compelled me to reach out and touch it.
My fingers brushed against the cold, smooth surface of the skull. A jolt, a surge of energy, shot through my body, a wave of nausea followed by a blinding flash of light. The world dissolved into a chaotic maelstrom of color and sound, a symphony of screams and shattering bone.
Then, silence. A crushing, suffocating silence.
From the depths of the bone mountain, something stirred. Something immense, something ancient, something beyond comprehension. The ground trembled, the mountain groaned, and from the heart of the skeletal mass, a monstrous form emerged. It was a creature of nightmare, a grotesque parody of life, its body a patchwork of bone and shadow, its eyes burning with an infernal light.
I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. Terror, raw and primal, seized me, paralyzing my body, freezing my mind. The monstrous form loomed over me, its shadow engulfing me, its presence suffocating. Its eyes, twin pits of darkness, fixed upon me, piercing my very soul.
Then, darkness.
A complete, absolute darkness.
No light,
no sound,
no sensation.
Just the void....
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