A fractured cathedral rises, its Gothic arches etched with glowing binary code. At the heart pulses a luminous green spiral sigil, casting eerie light on five shadowed figures frozen mid-stride, their forms woven from fraying punch tape. Northern lights bleed through shattered stained glass in inverted hues—violet like a bruise, green like corroded copper. Below the floor, a faint hum rises from a hexagonal chamber sealed by a door of interlocking silver coins. The scene doubles in a pool of liquid mercury, warping the cathedral into a shimmering abyss.
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