Picture a labyrinthine palace hidden deep within a mountain, its entrance concealed by a waterfall that seems to flow upwards instead of down. The palace itself is carved from the heart of the mountain, its walls shimmering with veins of gold and silver that glow faintly in the dim light. The halls are vast and empty, their floors polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the intricate mosaics that cover the ceilings. These mosaics depict scenes of battles between creatures both familiar and fantastical, but some sections seem deliberately unfinished, the figures blending into abstract shapes that shift when viewed from different angles. In the deepest chamber of the palace, there is a throne made of obsidian, its surface smooth and cold, and around it, a series of steps lead down into a pit filled with black sand. At the very center of the sand is a single, massive crystal, its facets catching the faint light and scattering it in a kaleidoscope of colors. The air in the chamber is heavy, as if weighed down by centuries of silence, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes from somewhere unseen. In one corner, an ancient harp sits untouched, its strings vibrating softly as though plucked by invisible hands, playing a melody that is hauntingly familiar yet impossible to place.
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