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Ensnared in hellscapes of my own design.

Phantom wounds won’t subsume.

Fester and writhe.

Subtle aching, limbs forsaken.

Astral aura dimly fading.

Gateways, sombre and cold.

Blistered and maimed.

Portals to oblivion cast into chains.

Wastelands dimly lit.

Creeping dread.

Wraiths adrift.

Caverns grim and still.

Fading, desolate.

Void alone, a faint glow.

Soul entombed, spectral noose.