The Carrion Prince's Symphony

The clearing is a suffocating womb of gray mist and black, weeping wood. At its heart sits the Carrion Prince: a Fey noble with skin like charcoal and antlers draped in wilting nightshade. He sits upon a throne of calcified bones that hums with a dissonant, low vibration. Before him lies a pool of bubbling, pitch-black bile that slowly leeches the color from the surrounding grass, turning everything into brittle ash. To interact with the Prince is to step into a space where sound carries weight, and the smell of sweet lilac cloys against the stench of rotting meat.