Beneath the perpetual twilight of a forgotten realm, where reality blurs with fevered dreams, wanders the Lifestealer, a monstrous entity rarely glimpsed but always felt. It is an ever-shifting mass of shadow and sinew, its form a tapestry of stolen faces and fading memories, each visage silently pleading for release. Around it, the very air is saturated with an oppressive stillness, broken only by the faint thrumming of heartbeats—echoes of the lives it has consumed. As it moves, the Lifestealer leaves a trail of withered foliage and dulled colors in its wake, as though it siphons the vitality of everything it encounters to sustain its unending hunger. This insatiable creature seeks not just prey but the essence of existence itself, feeding off the core of life until nothing but husks and echoes remain.