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Emerging from the swirling mists that shroud the River Styx, a skeletal boatman navigates his rickety, weathered vessel, its timbers creaking in protest against the eerie stillness of the dark waters. Draped in tattered robes that flutter like phantoms in the chilling breeze, his hollow eye sockets seem to pierce through the gloom, fixating on the distant dock where shadows shift and whisper. Each stroke of his ancient oar sends ripples across the somber river, a harbinger of the lost souls he ferries to the realm beyond. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the weight of unspoken farewells, as his spectral craft glides closer, the flicker of ghostly lights beckoning from the shore where mournful figures await their passage into eternity. <lora:Ultima_Flux_v1:0.3> <lora:dark-comic:1> <lora:Nazgûl:0.6>