Within Entrails Devoured by Putrid Winds

A miasma of rot hangs heavy in the heavens, thick with the stench of obliteration. The wind, a fetid serpent, violently around the mangled corpses, ripping flesh from bone. The skeletons gleam like gems in the morbid gloom. A symphony of wails echoes through the valley, a chorus of agony as the innards are devoured by the winds of oblivion. That i

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