Rhamiel
What you see in front of you is a large, roughly circular field full of golden, shimmery flowers.
In the middle of that field - about 100 feet away from you - there is a raised bit of earth, like a dais. On this dais - about 30 feet by 30 feet by your estimation - you see a majestic, stag-like creature laying, its head folded resting on front legs ending in cloven hooves. Its skin is as golden as the flowers around it, reflecting the bright sunlight flooding this flower field. The coat of this creature is shining, almost metallic in the sun.
From this creature’s forehead, a twirling, white horn grows. Its mane and tail are a wispy and soft pink. It’s hard to judge from this distance, but the creature itself seems massive - most likely at least 15 feet from rump to the tip of his nose.
A voice - smooth and foreign - sounds inside your heads with clarity. It’s as if someone was speaking next to you, but you see no one standing nearby.
“Come closer, then, wanderers. Let’s see what we have here.”
The one-horned stag-creature opens a singular golden eye to gaze at you.
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