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YFG-Sm0rg, A dark, foggy forest beneath a blood-red moon. The ancient banyan tree looms at the center, its branches twisting like writhing serpents. Beneath its shadow, a newly captured soul stands, its face obscured by mist. Another spirit has joined the countless others, forever bound to the tree’s cursed existence. The distant sound of wind carries faint whispers, sealing their fate for eternity. <lora:flux-photo_v6:0.5> <lora:YFG-Smorgas-v1:0.5> <lora:Ethereal_Gothic_Elegance:0.6> <lora:The_Dark_Side_Of_The_Future:0.6> <lora:42lux-UltimateAtHome-flux-highresfix:0.25>