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The fog swallowed Ebisugaoka… and something beautiful started growing inside the terror. 🌫️🩸 Here’s my fan-made song inspired by SILENT HILL f — Japanese psychological horror energy with a haunting anthem chorus. If you enjoy gaming songs / horror themes, hit Like + Subscribe and tell me what game to do next. 👇 #SilentHillf #SilentHill #horrormusic ⚠️ Disclaimer: This is an original fan creation inspired by the game. Not official, not affiliated. 🎧 LYRICS — “Beauty in the Fog (Ebisugaoka)” Kiri ga… (fog…) Hana ga… (flowers…) Utsukushii… kowai… (beautiful… scary…) In Ebisugaoka, streets go quiet, Old bells hum and the lanterns flicker. Hinako walks with the weight of eyes— “Be good… be small… don’t shake the river.” Then the fog rolls in like a closing mouth, And every memory starts to rot. Familiar doors turn into question marks, And the town forgets what it was. Hear that hush—like prayer, like poison, Soft petals falling, sharp as glass. If beauty blooms from suffering… How long can a heart last? Find beauty in terror, Where the white fog stains red. Bloom in the horror— Or be swallowed instead. Kirei? Kowai? (Pretty? Scary?) Say it with shaking breath: If I choose my fate tonight… I won’t die someone else’s “yes.” Puzzles whisper from cracked school walls, Chalk dust turns to crawling teeth. Grotesque shapes in floral skin— A nightmare dressed in something sweet. Footsteps echo like judgement drums, The air tastes old and thin. Every choice is a cut that heals wrong, Every answer lets madness in. I feel that pull—like love, like violence, A silk thread tightening ‘round my throat. If the town wants my fear as a gift… I’ll give it hope. Find beauty in terror, Where the white fog stains red. Bloom in the horror— Or be swallowed instead. Kirei? Kowai? I’m not your perfect doll— I’ll carve a path through Ebisugaoka… And watch your nightmares fall. Utsukushii… (beautiful…) Kowai… (scary…) Two worlds breathing in my skin. Fog and madness—both want my name… But I decide how this ends. Find beauty in terror, Let the darkness sing. If fear is a garden— Then I’ll be the thorned queen. Kirei? Kowai? Hear my heartbeat, loud— In the fog of Ebisugaoka… I choose me—right now.