Haroun ventures into the Garden of Twilight, (a surreal borderland:0.8) where the eternal sunset of the Twilight Strip meets the decaying vibrance of the Garden of Nurgle. This landscape is caught in a perpetual dusk, illuminated by the eerie glow of bioluminescent fungi (and the soft, toxic luminescence of pestilent swamps:0.7). (Animatronic creatures), relics of a forgotten era, lie half-buried among the oversized, rotting flora, their forms flickering between reality and shadow. Nurglings cavort in the fog, (their laughter a haunting echo across the swamp:0.6). The entire scene is captured as if through the lens of an old 80’s VHS camera—grainy, flickering, and imbued with the dark nostalgia of claymation and animatronics, (a screen grab from a dark fantasy where light and shadow, life and decay dance in an endless loop:1.2).