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You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.

You become aware of a proud ethereal stag standing beside you, his eyes flashing with rage. In a moment, he leaps past you, antlered head lowered to gore into an indistinct figure, ravaging its form until blood pours out from the gaping wounds, watering the ground all around you.

You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.

A bellow resounds besides your ear. The air trembles with the sound of heavy hooves. Before long, a stampede of bulls emerges in translucent outlines from behind you, leaping over your head and trampling over all in their ghostly path: bones snapping, stones crumbling, branches snapping, until all that remains is an emerald  dust swirling in the distance.

You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.

Rising from nothingness, a bent crone comes into view beside you. Her form is darkness itself, but she is limned in moonlight, and her silvery strands of hair flicker as if blown by a cold wind. She laughs, the sound low and piercing, like winter in your heart.

You remove a vine-woven bone necklace.

As you pull a vine-woven bone necklace away from you, the sharp bone shards cling to you, their piercing points digging into your flesh and drawing sacrificial droplets of blood. The blood falls to your feet, where it splashes like vivid red raindrops, and briefly, small seedlings sprout from their presence, flickering with motes of scarlet light before fading into the sharp, pungent odour of life spilled.

You slip into a vine-woven bone necklace.

As a vine-woven bone necklace settles upon you, a sudden fierce wildness takes seed at your core, snarling outwards until the necklace itself bursts into a whirl of emerald shimmering, and the roar of thousands of leaves rustling upon creaking trees resounds about you, issuing from your very bones, before slowly subsiding into  the quiet of a forest after storm.

You extend a hand towards a vine-woven bone necklace, ethereal blue flames flaring to life on your fingertips and drifting towards it as you proclaim, "Basala'oren Seren!"

Flames rise up upon the necklace, outlining the sharp bone shards and intricate knotwork of vines with soft blue and moonlit silver. Within the tongues of fire that shine and yet not consume, a multitude of spirits dance and flicker, some fierce and warlike, others ancient and wise, yet others beauteous beyond compare. All of  their forms blend and link together into rings, circles, unifying into one hart-like flame that rises and tosses its silvery, antlered head before fading, and all you see is bones shards, clinking upon a vine-woven necklace.