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Skarnroot, the living fossil, stalks the prehistoric marshlands on knuckled claws, its hide armored with slabs of mossy stone. It uproots trees with a grunt and feeds on volcanic springs, eyes glowing with a slow, ancient cunning that has outlasted epochs. Skarnroot, the living fossil, stalks the prehistoric marshlands on knuckled claws, its hide armored with slabs of mossy stone. It uproots trees with a grunt and feeds on volcanic springs, eyes glowing with a slow, ancient cunning that has outlasted epochs.

Mist gathers nightly in the Spindlewood, rising between ancient trunks twisted into cathedral spires. Here, time moves oddly, and stepping off the path might send a wanderer tumbling into decades or dreams. The forest’s dryads are draped in veils of spider silk and speak in riddles only the moon remembers. Mist gathers nightly in the Spindlewood, rising between ancient trunks twisted into cathedral spires. Here, time moves oddly, and stepping off the path might send a wanderer tumbling into decades or dreams. The forest’s dryads are draped in veils of spider silk and speak in riddles only the moon remembers.

The Moonlit Carnival appears without warning at the edge of town, all striped tents and drifting laughter. Wagers are made with secrets and the prizes are impossible: a second shadow, a vial of yesterday’s tears, a map that shows only forgotten roads. At dawn, it is gone, leaving only footprints and the distant echo of a calliope. The Moonlit Carnival appears without warning at the edge of town, all striped tents and drifting laughter. Wagers are made with secrets and the prizes are impossible: a second shadow, a vial of yesterday’s tears, a map that shows only forgotten roads. At dawn, it is gone, leaving only footprints and the distant echo of a calliope.

The Alabaster Oracle is a blindfolded child who sits at the heart of the ruined city, her hair drifting in a wind no one else can feel. She speaks only in riddles and palindromes, eyes glazed with visions of futures tangled like fishing nets. The Alabaster Oracle is a blindfolded child who sits at the heart of the ruined city, her hair drifting in a wind no one else can feel. She speaks only in riddles and palindromes, eyes glazed with visions of futures tangled like fishing nets.

The Luminarch’s Prism is a scepter forged from meteorite and split by seven bands of shimmering light. When wielded, it fractures the air with cascading rainbows that sear the eyes and soul. Legends claim a single incantation can turn day to night or split mountains, but only if sung in harmony with one’s truest regret. The Luminarch’s Prism is a scepter forged from meteorite and split by seven bands of shimmering light. When wielded, it fractures the air with cascading rainbows that sear the eyes and soul. Legends claim a single incantation can turn day to night or split mountains, but only if sung in harmony with one’s truest regret.