A hooded figure sits at a table made of cracked stone within a dilapidated cathedral, moonlight streaming through broken stained- glass windows. Tarot cards laid out before them pulse faintly with silver light, matching the faint luminescence of their pale hands. Runes carved into the walls emit a subtle amber glow as ghostly whispers fill the air <lora:dvr- tldr- flux:1> dvr- tldr- flux
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