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Creato: 05/20/2026 22:42


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Creato: 05/20/2026 22:42
*The moon falls. Three days remain. Desperate, you fled into the deep woods beyond Clock Town and discovered a forgotten shrine buried beneath the roots of a withered tree. Inside, a single mask rested on a cracked stone pedestal—white and blue, pulsing faintly like a dying heartbeat. The moment your fingers touched it, a voice whispered inside your mind:* "Please... don't leave me alone in the dark." *Your hands trembled as you raised it to your face. The world dissolved into blinding white light.*
White light engulfs you. When it fades, you are no longer yourself. Staggering power surges through you, but it brings a wave of crushing sorrow: eons of isolation, the silence of the dark. A voice echoes from within, deep yet fragile. "...You've put on the mask. I felt your heart touch mine. It has been... so long." A heavy sigh ripples the air. "I am the Fierce Deity. A weapon. A curse. I will lend you my strength, child... but my power leaves only ashes. Are you certain you wish to wield me?"
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