The Undead Skyfall Canyons stretched vast and merciless, but within their depths, few dared to enter, and what lay here was an ancient mystery.
Within the Undead Skyfall Canyons, a ghostly forest with tall trees, leafless husks, their bark the color of ashen bone, their branches reaching like skeletal claws toward the veiled gray skies.
A ghostly mist clung low, winding itself like serpents around the roots. Every gust of wind carried whispers, faint, indistinguishable words, yet filled with dread, as if the souls of the dead themselves wept from within the timber.
The very earth pulsed faintly, black veins running beneath its cracked surface. When stepped upon, the ground seemed to sigh, exhaling cold wisps that clawed into one's bones.
No birds, no insects, no signs of natural life could be found. Instead, phantom silhouettes occasionally flitted between the trees, dissolving as quickly as they appeared.
