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aidmaTableTopMiniatures, aidmamj6.1, A shield made of polished obsidian leans against a lone tree in the heart of an abandoned city, its streets overtaken by nature. Vines creep over crumbling stone bridges, and wildflowers bloom where battlements once stood. The shield’s surface is impossibly smooth, reflecting not the overgrown ruins but a ghostly vision of the city as it was—grand, thriving, filled with light. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, carrying echoes of laughter and long-forgotten battle cries, as if the city remembers.