avoided with every step, the weight of oazian clung to her bones. the walls seemed to pulse with an unseen force, pressing inward like a relentless tide. yet she pressed on, driven by a purpose deeper than survival. each touchstone she encountered was etched with secrets too profound for mortal minds to bear.
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– 悬疑
– 避免
– 暗涌
avoidance became a way of life for the protagonist as they navigated through the labyrinthine halls of oazian. every corridor, every door, and every shadow told a story that refused to be forgotten. memories flickered like faint stars against the backdrop of an ever-present threat.
the serpent’s fang was no ordinary metaphor; it was a literal curse written into their veins. the bloodlust never waned, neither did the need to escape. each avoided glance turned to a dagger thrust, each evade meant more questions than answers. oazian was not just an obstacle but an anchor that pulled them toward their doom.
in the end, avoidance became compulsion. they had run as far as they could, yet the trail of blood led straight back. no escape could dissuade the inevitable. the serpent’s fang embedded itself in their soul, leaving not a trace of defiance but only an unyielding acceptance of their fate.
the novel unfolded like a tightly wound rope, each twist and turn illuminating the path to inevitable doom. avoidance was the language of oazian, a dialect spoken without understanding, merely lived through.
