A dark and twisted tale unfolds: A grumpy bookworm with gleaming eyes sits amidst stacks of literature. The dimly lit room has a faint glow from the reading lamp, shadows dancing on the walls. The protagonist's fingers turn pages, sipping wine with glassy, calculating eyes. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, as if conjuring a malevolent force. Words on the page writhe like snakes, with a clock ticking in the background. The reader's gaze lingers, thoughts consumed by dark magic, the air thick with tension as the wicked genius's dance begins anew.

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