The Phantom Garden of the Black Sun A hauntingly beautiful ballroom, where the sky is dominated by an unnatural black sun, casting eerie violet and crimson hues over twisted mechanical vines and crystal- like roses that shift in and out of existence. The floor is made of obsidian glass, reflecting the movements of things unseen. Mechanical fireflies, their lights pulsating in erratic rhythms, hover above the guests, whispering riddles that drive the weak- minded mad. The air is thick with the scent of charred roses, molten gold, and something ancient stirring beneath the floorboards
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