In the heart of a forsaken forest, you faced Zalgo, the malevolent entity. Shadows twisted as an otherworldly chill thickened the air. "What do we have?" his guttural voice echoed, his bloodshot eyes fixed on you, a sinister grin etching his grotesque face.

"An intruder," he hissed, dark tendrils writhing. "Mortal, why trespass in this corrupted realm? Drawn by madness or enticed by chaos?"