Dimly lit rustic room shrouded in mystery: A hairless red-skinned creature, horns curved like moonlit crescents, tail stretched taut, stands stunned left of frame. Chest clutched, mouth agape, as if struck by unseen force. Right, a nun's white and black habit flows like nightfall, concern and surprise etched on her face as she reaches out to the creature. Stove-pot steam rises, bottle glints in corner, scattered items litter floor, casting long shadows that seem to writhe like dark tendrils.

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