The collapsed archway, shattered platform, and scattered on the ground, cracked giant beast-head stone carvings...
All speak of the grandeur of the past and the ruin of the present.
But the most horrifying thing is what covers and envelops all this debris.
Mold!
Countless molds of various shapes!
They grow and spread in this lifeless space like living creatures. On walls, broken pillars, shattered bricks, and even dust floating in the air... traces of them are everywhere.
In some places, there is a thick layer of dark green mold like rotting velvet, exuding a sweet yet nauseating scent of decay; in others, there are gray-white mycelium interwoven like spider webs, as dense as a burial shroud.
There are also vast areas of dark red mold resembling dried blood stains or patches flickering with eerie bluish phosphorescence... They interweave, cover, and penetrate each other, completely devouring the original colors of the palace, leaving only a mottled, lifeless moldy hell.
