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<lora:Highryz_zit:1> A forest stretches under a night sky where the trees are twisted and almost skeletal. Their trunks are dark and polished from constant rain, reflecting faint light like wet obsidian. Between them stand broken monoliths and fragments of forgotten architecture, half swallowed by roots. Mist rolls low across the ground, hiding movement and making distance hard to judge. The wind never stops, pushing branches together so they scrape like metal. The environment feels alive but hostile, a place where nature and architecture have merged into something unfamiliar and unsettling.