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๋น„์Šทํ•œ ํ•ญ๋ชฉ ๋” ๋ณด๊ธฐ
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์ง€๋‚œ 2์ฃผ๊ฐ„ 44.4์‹œ๊ฐ„ / ๊ธฐ๋ก์ƒ 56.1์‹œ๊ฐ„ (ํ‰๊ฐ€ ๋‹น์‹œ 8.8์‹œ๊ฐ„)
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A circle turns, the shadows grin,
Where light is frail, the dark begins.
Choices whisper, cruel and sly,
Each step forward, a question: why?

The cards are teeth, they bite, they leer,
A feast of dread, a feast of fear.
What lies beneath? What lies beyond?
A fragile thread, a broken bond.

The pain is sharp, the lessons deep,
A waking dream you dare not keep.
To grasp the ring is to lose your name,
Yet still you crawl, you play the game.

The end is near, the end is far,
A dying flame, a fallen star.
In the Ring of Pain, all paths align,
To find the truth, or be devoured by time.
์ด ํ‰๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ์œ ์šฉํ•œ๊ฐ€์š”? ๋„ค ์•„๋‹ˆ์š” ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ์Œ ์–ด์›Œ๋“œ