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Something is eating away at the world, fraying its edges, twisting it into something unrecognizable. This is no natural decay—it is hunger. Patient, creeping, gnawing at the fabric of reality, twisting the familiar into the grotesque. Hills crumble into ash. Trees weep ichor instead of sap. Roads crack and lead nowhere. Entire villages vanish into thick black fog, seemingly consumed overnight. The…