A woman with hair as dark as night, her eyes a piercing emerald, staggers through a bleak, colorless wasteland, her skin smudged with dirt, attired in tattered garments that cling to her frame. She has fled the confines of a subterranean prison, a relic of ancient cruelty. Around her shuffle others, similarly clad in ragged attire, their eyes hollow and haunted, reminiscent of Tolkien's Hillmen and the forsaken Dunlendings. The barren landscape echoes with the whispered tales of forgotten lore, a harsh reminder of the relentless passage of time in this desolate realm.