Enter a realm where the whispers of ancient stones echo with tales of forgotten lore, a cavern bathed in the silvery glow of an autumnal moon. (The scene unfolds beneath a violet-tinted night sky, where pale moonbeams trickle through the cavern’s jagged maw, illuminating the intricate lattice of stalactites that hang like ghostly chandeliers.) The scent of damp earth mingles with the crisp tang of fallen leaves, carried upon the cool night breeze that swirls in from the cavern's entrance. Shadows dance against the moss-covered walls, forming phantasmagoric shapes, as if the specters of the past were reliving long-lost dances. (In the heart of the cavern, a pool of water catches the light, its surface shimmering like liquid silver, reflecting the ethereal radiance above.) Around the pool, crooked trees, their branches gnarled and twisted, stretch upwards as though reaching for the moon. Tiny orbs of light - will-o'-the-wisps - flit and hover near the water, casting a playful glow upon the scene. This otherworldly tableau is silently observed by a solitary figure cloaked in shadow, their eyes reflecting the myriad sparkles of the night, a silent witness to the perennial magic of Halloween night.

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