⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣶⣶⣶⣶⡾⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣄⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣷⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣦⣶⣿⣄⣼⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠧⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠐⠚⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠁⠀⠀⠉⢻⡿⠛⠛⠛⠻⢿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
In the twilight of the Trials, my shadow reigns supreme,
A dark monarch amid desperate souls who scheme.
What is a Man? A miserable little pile of Secrets...
Their feeble hearts tremble before my ancient decrees.

Across these cursed lands, where fear and night entwine,
I stride with unyielding grace through realms that are mine.
Oh but this Realm invited me—its whisper lured my dark delight,
A siren call from endless corridors of eternal night.

Survivors scurry in panic, their hope but embers in despair,
For I command the endless darkness, a void none can repair.
Endless Darkness awaits!—my proclamation to all who dare,
A promise of oblivion that consumes every whispered prayer.

In these Trials, my legacy is etched with blood and fear,
A timeless lord whose will is iron, whose presence is clear.
Each step, each breath, each secret is mine to claim,
A sovereign of the shadows—Dracula, igniting the flame.
⣿⣿⣿⢏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠛⠛⠛⢿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⠛⢻⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠨⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣸⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⡿⠿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠈⠉⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠋⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢻
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣦⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣿⣶⣶⣤⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢠⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠗
⡋⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠨
⡀⠀⠸⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠽⠀
⣿⡇⠀⠉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⢸
⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠀⠸⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⡟
⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⢻⣦⣀⢀⣸⠟⠁⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠆⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⢿⣇⡀⠀⠀⢹⡿⠛⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠍⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣽⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠓⠶⣾⡆⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠈⡟⠁⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡜⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠅⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⡤⠿⠃
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⡘⢉⠔⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀