A guttural growl slithers through the air as a reptilian tail crawls back into an eerie cavern at the edge of a somewhat quiet forest, where the Ravens no longer sing their anthem, where the world itself begins to curve away from reality. The terricolous creature enlightens the stony darkness of the cave with an otherworldly glow, its color a decieving yellow, brilliant and pure like diamond, deadly as water, and angry as tides. The creature lays down and sleeps, its mind wandering, going to places he does not know, seeing old nightmares of a feeling that it does not remember anymore. The blanket of ivy shrouds the den, its purple flowing downward from the roots of the above.
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