Enter a realm forsaken by the gods, a necrotic wood where the very air reeks of decay and rot. Twisted, gnarled trunks claw at the sanguine sky, their grasping branches like the skeletal fingers of long- dead sorcerers. Mist swirls between the boles, clinging to the earth like a burial shroud. Shattered monuments to forgotten deities dot the forest floor, their crumbling stones covered in lichen and mold. Bone fragments, bleached white and picked clean, lay scattered among the detritus, mute testimony to unspeakable rites conducted in ages past. At the heart of this blighted clearing rises a dais of obsidian, polished smooth as if by the touch of a thousand year's worth of worshippers. Upon its altar- top surface, a pulsating organ of indeterminate origin throbs with an eerie, otherworldly beat. Veins of sickly green light race across its surface, converging at a central node that seems to suck the very essence from the surrounding woods. Before this profane offering kneels a robed figure, cowled and inscrutable. Oil Painting, surreal, digital artwork, Impressionism, impressionist painting, loose brushwork, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, figure- studies, oil- painting, romanticism, painting, elegance, opulence, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, vibrant, mythp0rt, in the style of cksc