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    The ral-bastet sits menacingly atop a throne of cracked obsidian, her fur blending into the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the chamber. Faint torchlight flickers, illuminating hieroglyphs that seem to move on their own. Her golden collar is tarnished and worn, yet it gleams with an unnatural light in the suffocating gloom of the ancient tomb.
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    The ral-bastet sits menacingly atop a throne of cracked obsidian, her fur blending into the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the chamber. Faint torchlight flickers, illuminating hieroglyphs that seem to move on their own. Her golden collar is tarnished and worn, yet it gleams with an unnatural light in the suffocating gloom of the ancient tomb. <lora:ral-bastet-flux:1>

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    5/24/2025
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