In a desolate winter forest at midnight's darkest hour, two children, Little Dionadef and Little Monadef, flee frantically side by side, their entire bodies captured in a single, ominous shot. The bleak, black sky above is shrouded in ravens and vampires, while the Grim Reaper looms at the periphery, observing with an air of foreboding. A heavy atmosphere of secrets, ghosts, and hidden dangers hangs thickly around them. Little Dionadef's trembling hand covers their face in terror, tears streaming down their cheeks as they cry openly, their eyes fixed on some unseen horror ((hand on own face)), ((scared)), ((crying with eyes open)).

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