I am the demon that stalks you.
I am the huntress in the night.
I am the silent, unsettled soul that cries out with the still night.
I am that which you wish to be free from.
I am the fetters that you have torn.
I am the temptress, no longer tempting.
I am the siren who's song falls upon deaf ears.
I am the nothing from which I sprang.
I am that which you have made.
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