witchcore aesthetic in the dimly lit weapon shop, a coal golem stands ominously behind the counter, its dark coal body glowing with an eerie embers like light. the air is heavy with the scent of old parchment and rusty metal, making it feel like a relic from a forgotten era. shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes and dusty daggers line the walls, casting long shadows that seem to writhe like living things across the floor. a faint hum of malevolent energy emanates from the golem's presence, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. amidst this foreboding atmosphere, a 37 year old blacksmith stands frozen in terror, her eyes fixed on the coal golem with a mixture of fascination and horror, as if she has stumbled into a nightmare from which there is no awakening. . magical, occult, earthy, vintage, highly detailed