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A still black lake stretching into a pale fog, with a single enormous sword planted blade down in the water, its crossguard shaped like a pair of spread raven wings. A fractured sky reflects across the surface in wide silver ripples, and hundreds of pale hands rise slowly from the water around the hilt, reaching toward it without touching. A distant shore of bare crooked trees fades into the mist, and a thin crimson line burns along the horizon. Cold silver, black and bone grey palette with one red accent. Haunting dark fantasy landscape, no living characters, vast empty space, vertical composition.