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Purple Jingling Circles
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An endless, chittering, broken hissing sound echoes inside of Bertha's mind as she extends her psychic presence. There are spiders everywhere. In the floorboards, in the ceiling, crawling between the wall's insulation...
And they're all hungry.
They want food, now.
Below the infinite, hungry chorus, Bertha can hear the very faint mental voices of other sentient creatures. However, the inky thought-mass of the spider horde drowns out any words or feelings that could otherwise be understood.
Spiders.
Everywhere.
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