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A hyper-realistic, mythic dark fantasy vision unveils the Hollow Mountain, a vast, blackened peak with a massive, gaping wound in its side, an entrance carved by something ancient and terrible. The land surrounding it is barren, stripped of life, the very air vibrating with an unseen force that bends reality at the edges. Within the mountain, an impossible city slumbers—vast obsidian towers, their surfaces etched with runes that pulse with a dull, rhythmic light, casting elongated shadows that flicker unnaturally. At the center of this buried metropolis lies the Slumbering God, an entity so vast that its form cannot be comprehended in full, only glimpsed in fractured visions between the gaps of time. Its heart beats once per century, a single, deafening pulse that shakes the mountain to its core. Cultists draped in robes of liquid darkness gather around its colossal, ribbed exoskeleton, chanting in hushed tones, preparing for the day it awakens and reshapes the world in its image.