Close- Up View, Watercolor Wash Fantasy Style, In eternal twilight, a bloodthirsty harpy perches atop a rusted iron gate, its serrated fangs bared in a snarl as it gazes down upon a warlock who wields a staff imbued with soul- draining mist. The air is heavy with the scent of ash and decay, as if the very fabric of life itself was being slowly extinguished. In the background, the skeletal remains of ancient trees stretch towards the darkening sky, their branches grasping like bony fingers towards the harpy's lair. As the wind whispers secrets through the rusty, newfantasycore, oil painted
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