An intangible spirit rises from the html of the page. It is gaunt and watches you with sad, dead eyes. One hand, trailing cobwebs and the dust of a thousand silent kinkmeme prompts lifts and points in your direction. A chill breeze whistles through the empty post, carrying with it a cryptic message, a warning perhaps, or something more sinister.

When you gaze long into the dead-post, the dead-post gazes back. And misquote Nietzsche.

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