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<lora:ZanyEyesStyleFlux:1.0>Charles Xavier, a serene elderly man with a shaved head and wispy white eyebrows, sits cross-legged on a lush, moss-covered tree stump in the heart of a mystical, ancient forest. He gently closes his eyes and raises his hands, palms up, as his wheelchair disappears into the foliage behind him. A soft, ethereal glow emanates from his fingertips, and the surrounding air is filled with a thousand twinkling, iridescent fireflies that begin to swirl around him in a mesmerizing, psychic dance.