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In the desolate wilderness, where silence reigned supreme.

A stunningly beautiful woman in snowy white palace attire, with a voluptuous and enchanting figure, gracefully approached. Her delicate feet and the hem of her splendid dress hovered half a foot above the ground as her radiant eyes surveyed the lifeless earth beneath her.

The soil here was pitch-black as ink, compacted and weathered, hard as stone. From time to time, strands of deadly, corrosive black mist would rise from the ground, lingering in the air and forming persistent clouds of darkness. Nearby, a river over a hundred yards wide flowed by, its waters a lifeless shade of grey-black.