A vast biome where towering crystalline sphinxes, carved from semi-transparent quartz, lie half-buried in fields of volcanic ash as soft as silk. The trees have molten lava flowing through their transparent trunks, their leaves forming intricate honeycomb patterns that filter the golden sunlight. Floating islands of coal and ember drift above, occasionally releasing glowing cinders that hatch into fluttering ember-moths. The sky ripples like liquid obsidian, reflecting distorted visions of places that don’t exist. In the distance, a massive river of blue fire carves its way through dunes of liquid gold, carrying whispers of forgotten myths.