At twilight in a vast, silent desert, a glowing, ancient door stands alone, half-buried in sand. The door is ornate yet weathered, etched wi...

At twilight in a vast, silent desert, a glowing, ancient door stands alone, half-buried in sand. The door is ornate yet weathered, etched with fading runes that pulse faintly with arcane power. Cracks in its wooden surface shimmer with light, and from its frame erupt flashes of lightning and wild, uncontrolled ...