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Comic book style: In a dimly lit, futuristic morgue with an abandoned, unsettling atmosphere. Rows of metallic storage drawers line the tarnished walls, some slightly ajar with faded labels. Sleek examination tables in the center are dimly lit by a cold blue glow. The silence is eerie, with scattered, unused medical tools nearby showing signs of rust. Crawling along the ceiling is the grotesque Flesh Weaver—a spider-like monstrosity of stretched human skin, twitching muscles, and tangled tendons. Its eight bone-tipped arms dig into the ceiling, leaving trails of black bile. Its face is a twisted nightmare—three uneven eyes blink erratically, and a crooked mouth stretches across its head, filled with jagged teeth and writhing tendrils. The dim blue light reflects off its glistening flesh as red emergency lights flicker, casting brief, haunting flashes. The contrasting lights heighten the decay and horror as it prowls the silent morgue