An anthropomorphic owl named Wise Old Hoot sits upon a branch of a gnarled oak tree, its piercing eyes gazing off into the distance as if seeking wisdom from the heavens. Its feathers are soft and wispy, with flecks of gold and brown interspersed throughout. The sun sets behind it, bathing the scene in golden hues. In the background, a sparse forest of skeletal trees stretches toward the horizon, hinting at a sense of solitude and introspection. A signature reading "HOOT'S WISDOM" graces the top right corner
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