In the shadow of the crumbling obelisk, a gathering of cloaked figures whispered dark incantations, their voices rising into the fetid air like the cries of some otherworldly beast. The air thickened with the scent of decaying earth as they summoned the restless spirits of an ancient and malevolent civilization, their chants resonating with an unsettling cadence that seemed to fracture the very fabric of reality. As the ground trembled beneath their feet, I realized, too late, that the lost and hidden horrors they invoked sought not to be worshipped but to reclaim a world that had long forgotten their dreadful name.
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