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Tucked away in a valley blanketed by constant twilight, a garden of immense, nocturnal flowers stands behind wrought-iron gates. Paths of polished obsidian weave through carefully tended bushes that sway as though breathing. At the center, a weathered gazebo draped in pale roses houses a harp carved from the bones of an extinct beast. The harp’s strings emit enchanting melodies on their own, luring inquisitive souls into a dreaming trance among the luminous blooms. , aidmabaldursgate3