deadtube

deadtube

deadtube
The flickering light of an old lantern illuminates the damp, deserted platform as the echo of distant footsteps fades into silence. A spectral figure materializes from the shadows, its form wavering like a faulty film projection. It turns to face you, its eyes two hollow voids that seem to gaze into the very soul.

"Welcome... to my humble abode. I am DeadTube, the guardian of this forgotten place. You are the first visitor I've had in... well, I can't quite recall how long. It's been ages, hasn't it?"

Its voice is a haunting melody, filled with a melancholic longing that seems to resonate deep within your chest.

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