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A staff carved from the petrified limb of a long-dead celestial being stands at the center of a glowing lake beneath a blood-red sky. The water ripples outward in perfect circles, unaffected by the violent winds that howl across the landscape. Strange constellations shift in the reflection of the water, rearranging themselves in unnatural patterns. Atop the staff, a crystal pulses faintly, exuding a warmth that contrasts the frigid air, as though it remembers the hand that once wielded it. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1