An ethereal black cat with eyes like burning embers, sitting on the ledge of a crumbling stone altar, the altar covered in ancient symbols faintly glowing with occult energy, a halo of floating candles casting soft, haunting shadows, autumn vines creeping up the stone and bursting into vivid reds and golds, dark storm clouds rolling in above with flashes of iridescent colors illuminating the sky, thick impasto brush strokes defining the textures, reminiscent of Solana’s raw expressiveness but with touches of Giger’s eerie biomechanics woven into the natural elements
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