Runic Backlit Illu Edition

Beneath the emerald glow, the runes ignite,
Whispered secrets etched in shadowed stone.
Each mark a spell, a promise, or a plight,
Their meaning lost to time—yet not alone.

The figures stand, adorned in cryptic flame,
Green embers flicker, dancing on their skin.
A language humming, ancient yet untamed,
A pulse of magic deep beneath the din.

Through darkness, they emerge, the runes their guide,
Their backs alight, their steps a mystic thread.
The sigils breathe, as if the stars confide
That power lies in what is left unsaid.

What fate awaits these beings draped in lore?
A world reborn, or ruin evermore?