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A hyper-realistic, mythic dark fantasy vision unveils the Black Garden, a vast necropolis of towering, petrified trees whose roots form intricate labyrinths beneath the cracked earth. The blossoms of these trees are not flowers, but humanoid figures sculpted from pale marble, their faces serene, their hands clasped in eternal prayer. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient sorrow. At the center of the garden, the Harvest of Hollow Saints begins—hooded figures wielding ceremonial sickles carve away the statues, revealing that beneath their stone skin lies warm, living flesh. Their expressions never change, even as their bodies awaken, their eyes lifeless, their lips frozen in silent benediction. The harvested are led toward the Evergate, an obsidian archway carved with celestial runes that pulse with an unseen heartbeat. None who pass through it return. The garden thrives, the cycle continues, and the saints remain forever hollow.