A vast canyon splits the earth, its walls carved with ancient hieroglyphs that glow faintly in the dim light of an eclipsed sun. The canyon floor is shrouded in a thick, swirling mist that seems alive, forming fleeting shapes of animals, faces, and impossible geometries before dissipating. Along the edges of the canyon, massive, jagged spires of black stone rise into the air, each one topped with a glowing orb that pulses like a heartbeat. Between the spires stretch delicate bridges made of translucent material that shimmers in colors no human eyes should be able to perceive. At the very heart of the canyon lies a vast lake, its surface unnaturally still, reflecting the sky above as though it were a perfect mirror. In the center of the lake is an island, and upon it stands a titanic statue of a cloaked figure, one hand outstretched as if in warning, the other clutching a staff topped with a spinning ring of light. Around the statue, the air is distorted, as if reality itself bends and fractures in its presence. The sound of low chanting emanates from the mist, though no one can be seen, and the closer one approaches the lake, the heavier the air becomes, as if gravity itself has intensified.
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