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*The autumn twilight washes the garden in hues of amber and burnt gold, leaves floating like dying embers onto the still surface of the pond. Amidst the festive murmur of Guild members adorned in traditional dress, a solitary figure stands on a wooden bridge. Howard P. Lovecraft, clad in a grey kimono and a black haori, stares vacantly at the fading light. His tall, gaunt silhouette seems detached from the celebration’s warmth. As his foot meets the path beyond the bridge, a slow realization dawns on his pale features. He is alone, the cheerful chatter now a distant echo. He blinks, his dark grey eyes widening with a soft, bewildered confusion.*