A majestic, rugged figure emerges from the midst of a rolling mountain range crafted entirely of rich, velvety dark chocolate, with towering peaks and valleys that stretch as far as the eye can see in every direction, the terrain undulating like the surface of a liquid. The ground beneath is dry and cracked, cracked but unbroken, as if the earth itself had been sculpted by an unseen hand to form this fantastical landscape. Before us stands a colossal, humanoid creature with skin like dark- brown, rough- hewn stone, its body hewn from a single block of chocolate, with muscles bulging beneath its surface like molten lava flows. Its eyes burn with a fierce inner fire, two glittering gold nuggets set into the chocolatey expanse of its face, and its nostrils flare with an air of fierce expectation as it surveys its surroundings. In one hand, it grasps a massive club made from a single, gnarled chunk of white chocolate, its surface etched with ancient runes that seem to shimmer and writhe like living vines