A cloak woven from strands of pure twilight drapes over a skeletal figure frozen in mid-step at the mouth of a cursed cavern. The fabric is impossibly soft, reflecting neither light nor shadow, absorbing the very essence of the darkness around it. Occasionally, figures flicker within the fabric, as if the cloak itself remembers its past wearers. A single silver clasp holds it in place—a carving of an eclipsed sun, glowing faintly with an eerie, pulsating rhythm. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1