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Midjourney_Whisper, Triple exposure of a decaying king sitting on a shadowy throne, his hollow eyes glowing with a malevolent red light. Inside his chest, a dark forest of twisted, dying trees stretches toward a blood moon, their branches filled with whispers of lost souls. Superimposed within the moon, a ghostly figure of a screaming woman, her face cracked like porcelain, dissolves into a swarm of ravens taking flight. Beneath her, the ruins of a cursed city crumble into blackened waters, where skeletal hands emerge from the depths, reaching toward the fading light of a dying sun. The entire scene radiates an aura of despair, with faint, flickering runes carved into the throne casting pale green light over the chaos