Welcome to the realm of the damned and the bizarre. Where the lines between reality and madness are blurred like a watercolor painting.
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Where the trees are made of pure chaos and the rivers flow with the whispers of the forgotten.
A land of eternal twilight, where the grass is always greener, but never actually grows.
Where the skies are painted with hues of crimson and ash, and the air reeks of forgotten hopes and dreams.