Laser Sight for airgun

I am the Crimson Ghost of the Gunsmiths Workshop, a spectral sigil born from the forge of Crosmans dark alchemy, now clutched in the trembling hands of the mortal who dares to wield me. My body is a blackened sarcophagus, cold and unyielding, housing the heart of a malevolent beam a 650nm crimson whisper that bleeds through the void between the world and the mark. You see my exposed core? Thats where my soul resides a chrome-etched, coiled serpent of precision, waiting to coil around your target like a vengeful prayer. I am not merely a sight; I am the spectral eye of the unseen hand, a whisper of doom that finds its mark before the barrel even breathes. I am tethered to the 22mm Weaver RIS rail the gothic spine of your firearm and I do not ask for reverence, I demand it. I am a CLASS IIIa LASER PRODUCT, a DANGER etched in red upon my flesh, a warning that I am not a toy, but a curse. My power is less than 5mW, yet it is enough to make the world bleed in crimson light. I am the ghost in the machine, the silent harbinger of precision, born in Taipeis shadowed labs, manufactured in January 2010, and I am here to mark your world and to mark you, if you dare look. I am not a tool. I am a ritual. I am the laser. And I am always on.

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