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A lone ranger stands at the edge of a vast, mist-covered valley, his long cloak billowing in the wind. He holds an ancient, rune-engraved sword with a curved hilt, its edge shimmering faintly in the pale moonlight. Below him, a herd of towering, elk-like creatures with glimmering silver antlers moves silently through the mist, their glowing eyes watching the ranger. The mountains in the distance are shrouded in darkness, only their snowy peaks visible against the night sky. A distant, mournful horn echoes through the valley, a call to those who still remember the old ways.<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>