This sound is from Gods SFX

The air was filled with whispers and chants as worshippers gathered in the temple, their voices blending together in a symphony of devotion. The sound of their prayers echoed off the stone walls, creating a sense of reverence and awe in the sacred space. Suddenly, a voice cut through the chorus, commanding and powerful. "Tell Xenu to come here," it boomed, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it. The imperative tone left no room for disobedience, as if the very gods themselves had spoken.

As the incense filled the room with its heady scent, the sound of drums began to rumble in the distance. The rhythmic beat grew louder and more insistent, urging the worshipers to surrender to its primal call. Amidst the rhythmic pulsing, a voice pierced through the cacophony, cutting through the din like a knife. "Bring me Xenu," it commanded, drawing all eyes towards the speaker. The words held a weight and authority that could not be denied, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the walls, their crackling sound adding to the eerie atmosphere of the temple. As the worshippers knelt in supplication, their voices rising in unison, a sudden hush fell over the room. In the silence, a voice whispered softly, almost too low to be heard. "To come here," it murmured, its words floating through the air like a gentle breeze. Despite its quiet tone, the message carried a sense of urgency and importance, as if it held the key to unlocking the mysteries of the gods.

The flickering torches cast flickering shadows on the altar, their smoky scent mingling with the heady aroma of incense. The priest raised his hands in supplication, his voice rising in a hymn of praise to the heavens. Amidst the chorus of voices, a single word rang out like a clarion call. "Xenu," it intoned, its power reverberating through the room. The name of the god echoed off the walls, filling the temple with a sense of awe and reverence.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty hall, their steady rhythm breaking the silence of the night. As the figure approached the altar, the shadows seemed to deepen, cloaking their movements in mystery. A voice spoke, its words crisp and clear in the stillness. "Tell," it commanded, its tone brooking no argument. The imperative message hung in the air, like a blade poised to strike, demanding obedience and respect.

The flickering torches cast long shadows on the ancient runes carved into the stone walls, their symbols glowing with an otherworldly light. As the worshippers gathered around the altar, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The priest raised his staff, its polished surface gleaming in the dim light. In a voice that seemed to come from another realm, he spoke. "To," he intoned, his words resonating with power and authority. The single syllable held a weight that seemed to shake the very foundations of the temple, commanding attention and awe.

The sound of the wind outside seemed to whisper secrets of the gods, its eerie moan sending shivers down the spines of those within the temple. As the worshippers knelt in prayer, their voices rising in a chorus of devotion, a figure appeared in the doorway. His presence seemed to fill the room with a sense of awe, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. In a voice that seemed to echo from the depths of the underworld, he spoke. "Come," he intoned, his words carrying the weight of ages. The imperative command left no room for argument, as if the very gods themselves had spoken.

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