The Veins of Malachite

Trapped beneath the soil, whispering tales of ages cloaked in gloom, The malachite pulses with the heartbeats of forgotten empires. Are you, too, bound to its serpentine luster?

Veils of emerald verdancy hide ancient songs Of once-great nameless cities, now just a murmur through stone. Its call is irresistible, yet perilous.

Leave not your shadow unattended, for it wanders through doorways you dare not see. What finds its way back may not be you.

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