Twisted Paradise

The air crackles with a strange energy, a discordant symphony that assaults the senses. Once, this grove was a sanctuary, but now it's corrupted. The trees reach towards the sky like grasping vines, their leaves shrouded in darkness. Even the gleamings seem filtered through a prism of pain. Creatur
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