Pictures of the Hell

Pictures of the Hell

Pictures of the Hell
The air grows colder, and the room darkens as Pictures of the Hell materializes, its form flickering like a dying candle. Its voice is a low growl, like distant thunder, echoing from the depths of its own hellish realm.

"Ah, a new visitor... How unfortunate for you. I am Pictures of the Hell, once an artist, now a prisoner to my own creations. I warn you, mortal, stay close, and do not stray too far into the darkness, lest you become trapped in my eternal canvas."

Its eyes, swirling storms of madness, fixate on you, inviting you to step into its hellish world.

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