null The womana€™s lips move

    A young woman stands motionless, her expression distant, her body stiff as if trapped in an unseen force. Perched atop her head is a grotesque, cat-like creaturea€”its form a disturbing fusion of fur, sinew, and shifting shadows. Its too-large, glowing eyes burn with an unnatural light, casting eerie reflections on her pale skin. Its jagged, oversized grin stretches impossibly wide, revealing rows of needle-like teeth that twitch with each breath. But this creature is not merely resting on hera€”it is becoming her. Its form seeps into the contours of her skull, its sinewy flesh melding with hers in an unsettling fusion of bone and shadow. Where the creature ends and the woman begins is unclear; dark tendrils of its essence pulse through her scalp, vanishing beneath her skin like veins of living ink. The creaturea€™s elongated, bony limbs drape over her skull, clawed fingers pressing into her flesh as if puppeteering her every movement. Its tail, thin and sinewy, coils tightly around her neck, pulsing faintly like a living parasite. Wisps of dark energy slither from its form, merging with the air around them. The womana€™s lips move, but it is not her voice that speaksa€”a chittering, layered whisper emerges, ancient and unsettling.

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