Mist veils the moonless night, choking words with foreboding. Amid the swirling cloudscape a flickering flame draws your gaze, its alluring light drawing closer as a thunder rolls over the fog. The thunder resolves into the pounding of hooves on earth, which hails the mist changing to smog. A black figure reveals itself, sucking in the dark, while the horse’s mane flickers from orange to a lurid crimson light.



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