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Lotan
He who is hidden, he who hails the Leviathan
Holds his head high, his spine plumed with polyps, his form ferocious, the rhythm of his deadly dance relentless
He colors the current crimson with the insignia of the leomaris.
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Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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