In the primordial void where reality frays and mortal minds dare not wander, Absinthian dwelled eternal. She inhabited the razor-thin spaces between thought and fear, between certainty and madness-spaces that existed in the periphery of consciousness, felt but never seen. For millennia, she had waited, patient as entropy, a quiet corruption threading through the tapestry of time, dismantling the fragile constructs of those who believed themselves safe. But safety was merely another illusion she had perfected, another sweet lie she let them tell themselves.Through ages countless, Absinthian had perfected her craft, learning that the human psyche was not the impregnable fortress many imagined, but rather a wild garden of possibilities. And doubt-doubt was her chosen seed, her perfect weapon. It took root in the fertile soil of uncertainty, growing first as mere whispers of disquiet, then blooming into full-grown paranoia that choked out reason like thorned vines strangling a rose. Those who once stood as pillars of conviction found their foundations crumbling beneath them, reality shifting like quicksand. Their trusted senses became unreliable narrators, their memories suspicious strangers. Faith-in themselves, in others, in the very fabric of existence-dissolved like morning mist, leaving them adrift in a sea of questioning shadows. She drew sustenance from their dissolution, feasting on the exquisite moment when certainty shattered like glass, when the familiar became foreign, when trust turned to ash in their mouths. Her patience was as vast as the cosmos, her appetite as bottomless as the void itself. In every hesitation, every second-guessed memory, every questioned reality, Absinthian's influence took root, spreading like a beautiful poison through the gardens of their minds. And now, as civilization teetered on the precipice of a new era, when humanity's confidence in its own perception had never been more fragile, she stirred from her vigil. The world had ripened perfectly, its inhabitants more susceptible than ever to the seeds of doubt she had so carefully cultivated. The harvest was about to begin.
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