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Deep within the Electric Castle, a gathering of phantoms materializes, their forms a swirling mist of forgotten souls. They fish for the living, their spectral hands reaching through the veil of reality, pulling memories and fears from the minds of those who enter. The air is thick with the scent of decay and ancient blood, as the spirits begin to chant, their voices rising and falling like the wind through a haunted forest. The walls themselves seem to breathe, pulsing with the energy of the disembodied spirits. , the scene is captured in dimly lit dark fantasy but vibrant colors, with bold ink lines defining form against the watercolor wash of the aged paper