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The shadows depths where ancient secrets lie, The wicked ones weave spells that chill the night. With gnarled hands they stir the cauldron's mix, Their eyes flame with the otherworld's fire. Dark robes flow like whispers in the wind, Each incantation sings eternal night’s sins. Upon the dirt, blood sigils drawn on stone, A tapestry of power and of dread. Beneath the moon's cold stare they conjure curses, Command the daemons and bend mens' wills. Unholy knowledge in their minds' dark vaults, They shape the world with whispers, charms, and chants. Their laughter echoes through the misty glens, As forests bow and rivers shift their course. Unseen, they walk the threads of fate and time, Eternal in their dark and potent grace.)), [16k, uhd, photograph, (extremely detailed), (detailed background), (perfect prompt adherence), realisticvision-negative-embedding)