In the heart of a mystical, ancient forest, a wild- haired druid stands within the gnarled, twisted circle of a stone henge, their arms outstretched, their eyes closed, their lips whispering an incantation to summon the ancient magic that slumbers beneath the earth. Amidst the swirling vortex of a rainy metropolis, a solitary figure stands at the edge of a rain- soaked avenue, their tattered coat billowing behind them like a dark wing, as the neon lights of skyscrapers refract through the droplets on the pavement, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across their resolute face