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A dagger forged from a single, razor-thin shard of black glass rests upon a floating stone platform above a bottomless abyss. The air around it distorts, warping the fabric of reality itself, as if the blade is cutting through existence just by being. The surrounding void pulses with shifting hues of violet and indigo, and deep within, faint whispers rise and fall like waves. The dagger trembles slightly, as though eager to be claimed, yet the moment a hand reaches toward it, the abyss below seems to draw closer. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1