In a sunlit meadow, a skeletal lich, draped in tattered robes that once belonged to a grand sorcerer, stands among blooming wildflowers. With bony fingers, it delicately holds a vibrant, freshly picked flower, its hollow eye sockets reflecting a long-forgotten appreciation for beauty. The contrast between the lich's ancient, decayed form and the vibrant life around it creates a striking scene of eerie serenity. , the scene is captured in dimly lit dark fantasy but vibrant colors, with bold ink lines defining form against the watercolor wash of the aged paper