At the edge of a rolling emerald landscape, an ancient battle axe stands embedded in a weathered stone, its intricate Celtic engravings glowing in the fading light. Beyond, a grand fortress crowns a hill, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, its walls whispering of old kings, forgotten wars, and sacred oaths.
A winding path snakes up the hill, leading toward the stronghold, hinting at the journeys of warriors and storytellers who once walked this land. The sky, painted with soft purples and golds, carries a quiet reverence, as if the land itself remembers.
This could be the resting place of a legendary guardian, a site of an ancient oath, or the threshold between the mortal realm and the Otherworld. A place where history, myth, and destiny entwine.