In the moonlit silence of an abandoned asylum, Sarah felt a chilling breath on her neck. The air thickened as whispered echoes murmured forgotten names. A flickering light revealed faded writings on the walls, pleading for release. Shadows danced, morphing into tortured souls. Panic seized Sarah as she stumbled upon a room frozen in time. A dusty music box played a haunting melody, its tune laced with despair. The walls closed in, trapping her in an otherworldly symphony of anguish. Desperation etched her face as she realized the asylum's spectral residents craved company, and she was destined to join their spectral ballad.
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