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 A deep fissure in the porous stone opens like a wound in the island, leading deep into its violet belly. Set garishly aglow by the lavender light of various bioluminescent fungi and other plantlife, the air here seems thin and smells faintly of rot and old blood. Nothing here is safe to touch or brush against or even breathe, and numerous carcasses, large and small and in varying states of decay, litter the path down. Dragons, evidently, hunt their prey here, and at times drop things into the fissure from above. Some of the remains wear clothing and jewellery. |
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