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Midjourney_Whisper, A dark turquoise sky hangs low over a worn stone bridge that arcs out into the mist-shrouded wetlands. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and stagnation. A lone figure stands at the bridge's center, shrouded in shadows. Water lilies float like skeletal fingers on the still waters below. The atmosphere is oppressive, yet somehow peaceful.