In the heart of Frog Master Marsh, at the break of dawn, Magus Woomba of the Inferno an anuran , stands on the threshold of his reed-constructed manor. His home is an island of woven reeds, floating gently atop the marsh's dark waters, like many of the natives homes of this area. The manor, though humble in material, is grand in presence—its walls blend seamlessly with the surrounding reeds, rising gracefully into the mist-laden air, crowned by thatched roofs that gleam with morning dew.

As the first light of dawn pierces through the mist, it casts a golden glow across the marsh, awakening the world from its nocturnal slumber. The wind, cool and fragrant with the scent of wet earth and blooming water lilies, stirs the surface of the water, sending ripples across the mirrored expanse. Dragonflies, their wings shimmering like fragments of stained glass, flit through the air, tracing intricate patterns above the still waters. They dart between the towering cattails and the broad leaves of the lotus plants, their tiny bodies glowing in the dawn's early light.

Will-o’-the-wisps, ghostly blue orbs of light, hover just above the water’s surface, flickering and dancing in the morning breeze. They flutter around the wizard's manor, drawn to the magical energies that emanate from the place, like moths to a flame. Their glowing light casts strange, shifting shadows on the reeds, painting the marsh in an otherworldly glow.

The marsh itself stirs as if in response to the arrival of dawn. The trees, their roots deep in the waterlogged earth, sway gently, their leaves rustling with a sound like a whispered incantation. The air is filled with the chorus of awakening wildlife—frogs croak in deep, resonant tones, birds sing their morning songs, and the distant splash of a fish breaking the surface echoes through the stillness.

Magus Woomba, cloaked in his dark robes, stands at the edge of his island, gazing out across his domain. His large, golden eyes, filled awe, take in the beauty and tranquility of the marsh. Sighing deeply his thoughts drift to the Inferno and the work to be done.

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