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A graffitipunk digital watercolor of a towering, armored figure whose form is fractured and glowing with spectral light. The Warden’s armor is cracked and chipped, revealing beneath it glimpses of ancient realms that were lost to time. In their hand is a sword forged from the void itself, its blade shimmering like an oil spill, emitting distorted whispers of long-lost voices. They guard the entrance to a dimension no one remembers, yet all fear. Those who come near the Warden are drawn to visions of worlds beyond comprehension, cities lost to ruin, and the beings who once called them home.