A surreal landscape unfolds under a swirling, stormy sky. The ground is made of black stone, cracked and glowing faintly with red light, as if molten lava flows just beneath the surface. Strange towers rise from the ground, their shapes jagged and unnatural, with spikes and arches that defy logic. Between the towers, there are pools of liquid silver, their surfaces rippling even though there’s no wind. In the distance, a massive, glowing orb hovers above the ground, its surface shifting like liquid, reflecting the strange light of the storm above. Closer to you, there’s a figure wrapped in a dark cloak, standing motionless near one of the pools, holding a staff that pulses with the same red glow as the cracks in the ground. The air is filled with a low, vibrating hum that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
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