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In the heart of a city that once thrummed with life, a decrepit subway station now echoes with the whispers of the damned. Here, amidst the rusted arteries of a forgotten urban sprawl, the ghouls of yesteryear congregate in silent cacophony. A trolley, ancient and time-worn, stands as a grotesque monument to decay, its once gleaming form now a haven for the misshapen horrors that leer from its shattered windows. With each lantern's flicker, shadows dance across their hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, a ballet macabre painted in hues of haunting emerald and bilious yellow. This forsaken conclave is frozen in a tableau of eternal twilight, where the only departure is from life itself.

Description
In the heart of a city that once thrummed with life, a decrepit subway station now echoes with the whispers of the damned. Here, amidst the rusted arteries of a forgotten urban sprawl, the ghouls of yesteryear congregate in silent cacophony. A trolley, ancient and time-worn, stands as a grotesque monument to decay, its once gleaming form now a haven for the misshapen horrors that leer from its shattered windows. With each lantern's flicker, shadows dance across their hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, a ballet macabre painted in hues of haunting emerald and bilious yellow. This forsaken conclave is frozen in a tableau of eternal twilight, where the only departure is from life itself.