War Blooms

In the shadowed heart of a forgotten realm, where a brutal war once raged, lies a garden born from death itself. Tangled vines, black as charred bone, coil around the skeletal remains of warriors, their rusted armor entwined with ghostly white flowers that glow faintly under the moon’s sickly light. The air is thick with a cloying mist, carrying whispers of ancient screams, and the ground pulses softly, as if feeding on the blood-soaked earth beneath. Gnarled trees, their bark etched with runes of a lost curse, loom like sentinels, their branches swaying without wind, beckoning the unwary to step deeper into this haunted grove where the past refuses to rest.