Subject: The lair and throne room of the red demon, Darkness, from Legend. A vast, cavernous underground palace of gothic grandeur and primordial decay. The architecture is a fusion of jagged, natural rock formations and profane, melted black stone, forming arches, pillars, and a massive, organic throne. The space is littered with piles of gold, jewels, and shattered relics that glimmer faintly. The only illumination comes from a few sickly, phosphorescent fungi and the hellish, ambient glow ema

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