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In the desolate graveyard, a lone figure cautiously approached a weathered tombstone with his own name etched on it. As he touched the cold stone, a chilling wind enveloped him, and the ground beneath began to tremble. From the shadows emerged a mysterious man who whispered, "The echoes of the departed beckon, and tonight, your name joins the chorus of the forgotten."
I honestly am really proud of this. Should I expand and make it into a full story