Maryte's Damned Funk

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…The figures’ dance grew more frantic, their spectral forms blurring at the edges. The music swelled, a crescendo of despair that threatened to shatter Marytė’s already frayed nerves. She looked at the shadowy figures, at their unnatural movements, and knew with a certainty that chilled her to the bone that this was no ordinary funk. This was a damnation, and she, Marytė, was about to pay the ultimate price for her lifetime of discontent. The red eyes bore into her, and she felt a tug, a phantom pull at her very essence, as if they were already beginning to claim their prize.