Within the depths of this lost land, where clouds veil the mountains, there appear visions. They are the echoes of a powerful past, whispering myths on the wind. Their essence is unsettling, a ever-present reminder of the might that once dominated this land. Underneath a Crimson Moon A sombre/gloomy/murky silence/hush/calm fell across the lands

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