In the style of ff- csff a pale violet blob creature, its glowing surface fractured with jagged dark lines, slumps on the torn upholstery of a derelict theater seat. One pseudopod reaches toward the collapsed stage, where shattered props and faded costumes lie in chaotic disarray. The theater is a ruin of peeling wallpaper and broken chandeliers, with its once- grand interior reduced to eerie silence. The blob’s dim luminescence plays across a faded poster on the wall, its edges curling and discolored. The creature quivers, its light flickering weakly as though consumed by unspoken grief
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