In the obscured depths of a narrow service alley, a presence stirs—an entity composed of flowing, insubstantial shadows, its form shifting between reality and the void. A mixture of black, violet, and spectral blue tendrils coils and writhes, its shape never settling, always in flux. The flickering neon above struggles against the encroaching darkness, its feeble light swallowed by the entity’s aura. The air thickens, heavy with an unnatural chill. Its limbs, elongated and amorphous, stretch across the alley walls, casting moving, distorted silhouettes that defy logic. The pavement trembles beneath its unseen weight, as if resisting its presence. Whispers coil through the stagnant air, unintelligible murmurs that claw at the mind. Twin points of brilliant blue pierce through the abyss, eyes that do not blink, do not waver, locked onto something unseen. With a slow, deliberate motion, the figure advances, the world behind it growing dimmer, its mere existence consuming the surrounding light. The alley no longer leads anywhere—only into the abyss it leaves in its wake