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newfantasycore. A decrepit asylum sits at the edge of a scorched wasteland, where the air is thick with ash and the sky permanently smoldering. This place, run by a twisted fire-witch, houses those who have been consumed by madness—souls who’ve witnessed the awakening of dark, forbidden powers. The walls are adorned with flames that burn without heat, and the floors are covered with strange sigils that seem to shift when not watched. The witch herself is a living pyre, her body constantly aflame, wearing the suffering of the asylum's inhabitants as armor.