Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

The Silent Spire of Azmar pierces the relentless sands of Anauroch like a petrified finger pointing towards a forgotten sky. Constructed from massive blocks of sun-bleached sandstone, the pyramid has weathered countless centuries of wind and magic, its once sharp edges now softened by erosion and the strange energies that permeate the Great Sand Sea. The entrance, a shadowed maw choked with drifting sand, hints at the oppressive darkness within. Strange, unsettlingly still hieroglyphs adorn the exterior, depicting beings with elongated limbs and unsettlingly large eyes, their meaning lost to time. The air around the spire hums with a faint, almost imperceptible magical resonance, a lingering echo of the phaerimm magic that shaped this land. Within, narrow, twisting corridors lead to larger chambers, many choked with sand or collapsed entirely. Traps, both mechanical and magical, remain active, guarding the secrets and the slumbering dead within.