The darkness coalesced, reality crystallizing from void into form. Obsidian walls rose from nothingness, their surfaces drinking in what little light remained.
Above, countless chandeliers of black crystal hung suspended, each containing a single point of twilight that cast more shadow than illumination. The air itself felt thick, as if the very atmosphere had transformed into a tangible manifestation of power.
Beneath these monolithic structures, the floor shimmered with an ethereal glow, imbued with ancient, forgotten magics. Every measured step resonated with the echoes of lost civilizations, stirring dormant memories of ages past. Whispers of mystic lore danced in the heavy silence, promising hidden truths and revelations yet to be unveiled in this realm of eternal night.
