Ah, the cold of death. *nods sagely* I know it well.
And as for filth, my father just... never ventures into my "lair". It's a dark place full of evil-things. But it smells of incense!
But things sometimes move on the floor amid the rubble. It's a very balanced ecosystem. :3
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