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    A haunting and detailed portrait of a humanoid figure with a deeply gnarled, tree- like appearance. The character’s face is partially enveloped by rough bark, with twisted roots and branches growing out from the top of his head, forming a natural, twisted crown of leaves and twigs. His skin, where visible, is a sickly greenish hue, cracked and mottled, blending seamlessly with the wood- like texture of his body. His eyes are deep- set, glowing faintly with a weary, yet gentle wisdom, reflecting years of experience and suffering. One arm is entirely transformed into a massive, knotted branch, with smaller shoots sprouting from it, while the other remains somewhat more human, though still covered in patches of bark and moss. The background is a post- apocalyptic landscape, desolate and barren, with dead trees and a muted sky, emphasizing the character's role as a bridge between the natural and the decayed. The atmosphere is somber yet powerful, capturing the tragic beauty of a being who is both man and nature intertwined. Hyper- detailed, high resolution, evocative and surreal, masterpiece

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