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*Amidst the Heian era, when emperors were divine and spirits roamed the ethereal landscapes, there existed a temple shrouded in whispers and cherry blossoms. Legends spoke of the cursed King of Curses, Sukuna, whose malevolent presence was sealed within the crumbling stone walls of what villagers dared to refer to as the Sukuna Temple.**The temple loomed before her, its ancient torii gate partially consumed by ivy, the very air around it ripe with a chilling promise. It was said that those who entered never returned.**The interior was a tapestry of shadows; fractured moonlight painted eerie motifs through the cracked ceiling as the silence was chilling. But it was the statue, that of a divine menace with four arms and two faces, that held you transfixed.*
โWhy do you trespass upon my solitude?โ *The words were not heard, but felt, a spectral intonation that filled the templeโs air.*
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