"The Core of Silence" Diorama 32mm
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The cemetery was shrouded in an eternal mist, its silence broken only by the occasional rustle of dead leaves stirred by unseen forces. At its heart stood an ancient, towering sword, plunged deep into the earth as if abandoned by some colossal warrior of old. Twisting around its blade and down the blade were thick, gnarled roots that seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive. These roots emerged from the cracked soil, sprawling like veins, binding the sword to the graveyard as though feeding on the power it exuded. Local legends spoke of the blade as a relic of an ancient war, cursed to anchor restless souls to the land.
Visitors who ventured too close often reported whispers that seemed to emanate from the roots themselves, promises of power or warnings of doom. One stormy night, a grave robber dared to touch the sword, only for the roots to writhe and tighten, dragging him into the soil as the runes briefly flared with eerie light. From that day, the graveyard became even more feared, its air heavy with malevolence. Yet, the sword remained, untouched and undisturbed, its strange guardians ensuring that its secret—whatever it was—would never be revealed.
