THE TEMPLE OF MAGIC
We ventured into the hidden sanctuary nestled under the heart of the east forest.
This was no ordinary sanctuary. It existed as a realm of enchantment.
Above us, the inky darkness of the sky came alive with the radiance of countless stars. Yet, these were not mere stars—they were the celestial stars of the conjurer's mystical templar sky.
Our path unfolded beneath us, laid out in tiles crafted from obsidian glass that mirrored the brilliance of the star-studded heavens.
It felt as though the expanse of this place knew no bounds. This wasn't just a temple. This was a realm of magic unto itself.
Devoid of inhabitants, this mystical space bore no embellishments or fixtures. Only the enchanting sky, adorned with stars of myriad hues and spectrums, stretched endlessly above us.
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"What the hell is this place?" Sara asked us.
"This doesn't look like the temple of the conjurers", Meera said to us.
