Forged in the forgotten forges beneath the Shrouded Vale, this crown is a relic of a vanished dynasty that ruled not through armies, but through whispers and fear. Its frame is sculpted from voidsteel, a rare alloy harvested from meteorite fragments and cooled in the blood of shadow beasts. The metal gleams with a dark luster, interrupted only by veins of silver opium that pulse faintly, as if alive. The crown’s jagged spires curve inward like the legs of a predator, each tip inscribed with glyphs from the lost language of the Webborn. But its most haunting feature lies at its base: a living shroud of spider silk, spun by the brood of Poianjen—the ancient spider-god said to dwell in the Hollow Glen. This silk is no mere decoration; it reacts to emotion, tightening in moments of rage, loosening in sorrow, and shimmering when secrets are spoken nearby.
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