Grey Formless Dust condensed in the void, peeling away like dried blood scabs.
Inside the mustard-seed tomb, it was not pitch-black, but rather immersed in a flowing, viscous dark-golden liquid resembling aged fungal marrow.
Three suspended ice coffins floated up and down within this bizarre golden liquid, connected to one another by Star-Patterned Chains to form a silent triangle.
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