Under the pallid light of a gibbous moon, the ancient forest stood deathly silent, its gnarled trees twisted into grotesque shapes that seemed to writhe in the shadows. The air was thick with a cloying mist that carried the faintest scent of decay, a whisper of something long forgotten and best left undisturbed.
At the heart of this eldritch wilderness, a cyclopean ruin loomed, its basalt stones slick with an unnatural slime that glowed faintly with a sickly green hue. The structure defied comprehension, its non-Euclidean geometry warping the mind and inducing a vertiginous nausea in those who dared to look upon it too closely.
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