((In the abyss of the Underdark's embrace,
Where shadows dance in eternal grace,
Lies a city of darkness, sprawling wide,
Where the sun's warm touch can never abide.
Towering spires of obsidian rise,
Piercing the blackened, starless skies,
Their jagged edges cutting the night,
A testament to the drow's might.
Beneath them, streets wind and twist,
A labyrinth where secrets persist,
Carved from the very stone below,
In patterns only the drow know.
Glowing crystals, a haunting hue,
Cast their eerie light, a spectral view,
Revealing arches and columns grand,
In a city built by drow hand.
But shadows lurk in every nook,
In alleys where whispered secrets took,
And in the depths of cavernous halls,
Where treachery waits for those who fall.
Yet amid the darkness, beauty lies,
In murals that tell of ancient skies,
And in the delicate webs that adorn,
The silent streets where shadows mourn.
For this is a city of darkness and light,
Where the drow dance in the depths of night,
A testament to their craft and guile,
In a world where shadows always smile.)), 
((very strong fisheye-lens photograph / (intense fisheye-view photograph)), (low upward looking angle), intricately detailed, very detailed background, Experimental lighting, realisticvision-negative-embedding,  epiCRealism ))