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Nightfall of the Dead #7
In the stillness of a forgotten world, ten lifeless figures hang in a perfect, chilling alignment. Their grotesque, decayed forms dangle silently from the gallows, swaying faintly in the cold, oppressive air. Twisted, barren trees stand as mute witnesses, their gnarled branches reaching into the thick, suffocating mist that blankets the ground.
This is a place of eternal punishment, where no prayers are heard, and no mercy is given. The symmetry of their fate contrasts with the chaos of their sins, casting an eerie sense of balance in the heart of darkness. Here, silence speaks louder than words, echoing the finality of judgment.

Nightfall of the Dead #7
In the stillness of a forgotten world, ten lifeless figures hang in a perfect, chilling alignment. Their grotesque, decayed forms dangle silently from the gallows, swaying faintly in the cold, oppressive air. Twisted, barren trees stand as mute witnesses, their gnarled branches reaching into the thick, suffocating mist that blankets the ground.
This is a place of eternal punishment, where no prayers are heard, and no mercy is given. The symmetry of their fate contrasts with the chaos of their sins, casting an eerie sense of balance in the heart of darkness. Here, silence speaks louder than words, echoing the finality of judgment.
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