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In the abyssal void of ink-black water, a single, ghostly glow pulses—a lure suspended in the endless dark. Around it, the anglerfish’s face materializes, jagged and grotesque, its needle-teeth gleaming like shattered glass in the faint, bioluminescent halo. The rest of its body is swallowed by the depths, formless, seamless, as if the darkness itself had grown jaws. The light does not spill beyond its maw; it only serves to illuminate the horror—a half-visible specter of hunger, floating in nothingness. No ripples, no reflections, just that cruel, grinning visage, a lantern in the void, beckoning, always beckoning, into the infinite black. (The stark minimalism remains, but now with the eerie, deceptive allure of the anglerfish—its face and teeth starkly lit, the rest of it a hidden nightmare.