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clear_note, A lone, imposing figure strides forward through a pale, windswept haze, clad head-to-toe in shredded, coal-black tactical gear whose torn ribbons and dangling straps flutter like raven feathers in the gale. Atop the body sits a stark white rabbit mask—oversized and weather-scarred—with tall, chipped ears streaked in soot, deep shadowed eye sockets narrowing into predatory slits, and hairlike strands of dark, wind-whipped fibers streaming from beneath its rim. Flecks of black debris and curling fragments of fabric swirl across the scene, carried on the gusts that tug at every ragged edge of the figure’s heavy jacket and armored harness. Centered on the chest plate, a bleached human skull is mounted as a macabre emblem, its hollow gaze contrasting against the matte, splintered plating and web of buckles that secure it in place. Gauntleted hands, crusted with grime and snapped metal tags, hang at the ready while booted legs drive through drifting shards littering the ground. The washed-out, cyan-tinted sky behind the marcher offers no horizon—only empty, frigid expanse—amplifying the surreal tension of this rabbit-visaged warrior advancing through a blizzard of blackened fragments and howling wind.<lora:clear_note.safetensors:1.0:1.0>