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<lora:F37EFD22738817E2E73DC797288AE35140C280C122B6028A2C64A2A8AE7B6DD4.safetensors:1> Panidov3 In the heart of a dimly lit, overgrown garden, four dragons gather, their presence casting long, shadowy tendrils across the moss-covered ground. The garden is a tapestry of muted, antique hues — deep greens, dulled golds, and soft sepias. The air is thick with the scent of decaying leaves and the faint whisper of forgotten secrets. The dragons, majestic and ancient, stand near a gently flowing stream, their scales glinting with the subdued light of ancient candles. Two of the dragons bear jade scales, their forms reflecting the skewed symmetry of gothic architecture, with elongated necks and wings that trail behind them like tattered banners. The third dragon, a golden behemoth with blue-tinted wings, stands slightly apart, its eyes glowing with an unsettling, inner light. The fourth dragon, a ghostly white, almost spectral, hovers just above the ground, its form partially obscured by wisps of mist. The waterlilies that dot the stream are a haunting blend of pastel pink and green, their petals soft and ethereal. The greenery around them is lush, but with an eerie, almost grotesque twist — leaves are twisted and gnarled, and the branches of the trees are gnarled and gnomic, reaching out like bony fingers. In the background, soft, shadowy mountains loom, their peaks shrouded in a perpetual mist. The light, a gentle, almost ghostly glow, casts long, dramatic shadows, creating a sense of haunting stillness. The scene is a perfect blend of beauty and horror, a timeless, otherworldly space where the line between the living and the dead is blurred.