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A gnarled plague cleric stands in the center, wrapped in layers of diseased linen and stitched leather, his eyes glowing like twin purple lanterns through a cracked bird-skull mask. Surrounding him are floating, translucent leech-spirits, swimming in a psychic orbit. His staff is crowned with a mummified baby hydra head, its mouths occasionally twitching open. The setting is a collapsing fungal cathedral, its stained-glass windows replaced with veiny mushroom caps oozing spores. A kaleidoscope of moldy reds and hallucinatory greens warps the perspective, giving the scene a sickly rhythm. Textures drip and bubble—his robes glisten with bile, and the tiles beneath him melt like old candy. This portrait pulses with ritualistic chaos, infected magic, and psychedelic rot. The atmosphere is fetid and holy, like a saint’s tomb rotting from within. Light is unnatural—glow-in-the-dark neon rot casting haunted shadows. Symbolism: decay as divinity, madness as worship.