Harvested Hate cultivated

The festering wound of resentment scorches within. It's a toxin that infects, twisting truth into lies. Us relish the anguish of others, a twisted appetite for chaos. The harvest is foul, yet they long to gather more. Amidst which Monsters Bloom Deep within a bleak forest, where gnarled trees stretch towards the dull sky, there exists a bizarre

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