An enormous bridge spans a canyon so deep that the bottom is lost in shadows. The bridge is ancient, its stone surface cracked and covered in moss, with vines hanging down into the abyss. On either side of the bridge, there are massive statues of warriors, their faces weathered and broken, but their weapons still sharp and gleaming. The wind whistles through the canyon, carrying with it a sound that’s almost like singing. Halfway across the bridge, there’s a small, circular platform with a pedestal in the center. On the pedestal rests a glowing orb, its surface swirling with colors that shift and change as you look at it. The bridge creaks faintly underfoot, as if it hasn’t been crossed in centuries, and far in the distance, a storm brews, lightning flashing silently in the dark clouds.
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