The hollow earth bequeath treasures. Brought here by the flowery guile of the floral abominations below, you wander the darkened halls of this ruined palace, amongst roots and thorns, thinking of nothing but the praised bounty that lured you towards the heart of this decrepit place. What fiendish tendrils will soon hold you?
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