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A dark and foreboding image unfolds: a mist-shrouded graveyard at dusk on a stormy Halloween night. Venom, its eyes blazing like embers, rises from the shadows like a malevolent specter. The symbiote's razor teeth glint in the faint light as it surveys the desolate landscape, where weathered tombstones and skeletal remains seem to whisper tales of the dead. In the distance, a pumpkin's jack-o'-lantern grin seems to mock Venom's ominous presence, set against the turbulent sky with clouds that resemble grasping fingers.