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Its form is indistinct, a mass of slick, glistening tendrils that move like a swarm of serpents over one another. It moves in absolute silence, with its only hint of presence being the cold, clammy sensation left in its wake. Where its head should be is a shifting, featureless void, emitting an unending whisper that chills the soul and fills the air with a sense of creeping dread.