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Description
The ancient forest breathed with secrets, its gnarled roots coiling like serpents beneath a canopy choked by twilight. Shadows clung to the air, thick as tar, as the wanderer pressed onward—each step muffled by moss that swallowed sound whole. Somewhere ahead, a structure loomed: jagged spires of blackened stone piercing the fog, its walls etched with runes that hummed faintly, a dissonant melody that gnawed at the edges of reason. No birds sang here. No wind stirred. Only the pulse of something *alive* in the marrow of the earth, a rhythm that matched the trespasser’s quickening heartbeat. Fingers brushed the hilt of a blade, its edge dulled by time but not by purpose. Legends spoke of a gatekeeper, a creature woven from the dark between stars, bound to guard what lay entombed below. The wanderer’s breath hitched—a flicker of movement in the periphery, a shape that defied angles. Run, begged instinct. But the ground trembled, and the runes flared crimson, and the choice ceased to exist.
