In Aevos’ Southwest, where the veil between life and death thins beneath the thicket of roots and mud, an imposing headstone stands, weathered by time’s indifferent passage. At its peak, it reaches a height that defies nature, its sharp edges slicing through the fog that clings to the marsh at night.   When the moon hangs its lowest and the night is at its darkest, the marsh transforms into a realm of eerie luminescence. The headstone is bathed in an ethereal, ghostly light emitting so