Ghoul Intentacles

A chill fills the air as the last sliver of a crescent moon sheds little light upon the shoreline. Walking barefoot on a narrow strip of sand and broken shells, you hear the waves crash at your feet while unseen creatures sing a haunting chorus from the marshlands. In the distance, you see the faint glimmer of a fire burning upon this forgotten shore. The cold breeze brings the aroma of wood smoke to mingle with the pungency of damp earth and a whiff of slow, inexorable decay. Behind you, a sound, barely audible above the wind and the waves. It moves closer: heard but unseen. You spin around, certain something heavy and wet has approached you, but nothing is there. This tea is blended to remind you of that night. The night you met your closest, darkest friend. The night you learned just how close an embrace could be.

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