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A lone wanderer cloaked in weathered gray stands atop a mist-shrouded hill at dawn, gazing toward distant jagged peaks piercing a sky streaked with fiery orange and deepening purple, his staff planted firmly in the dew-kissed grass, ancient runes faintly glowing along its length, while a faint wind whispers through the wildflowers below. <lora:John_Howe_ZIT_v1:0.8> John_Howe style illustration.