In a dimly lit chamber deep beneath the earth, a robed figure stands before an ancient mirror covered in dust and spiderwebs, their face hidden beneath a heavy hood. The mirror’s surface, cracked and tarnished, shimmers faintly with an otherworldly glow, reflecting not the figure but a dark forest filled with shadowy, indistinct forms. The air in the chamber is thick with the scent of damp stone and forgotten secrets, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes in the distance. Strange runes are etched into the walls around the mirror, glowing faintly with a cold, silver light that flickers like dying embers. The figure’s gloved hand hovers just inches from the mirror’s surface, as if afraid to touch it, while faint whispers seem to drift from the glass itself, calling out in a language long lost to time. The chamber’s only light comes from a single, flickering candle, casting long, wavering shadows that dance across the stone floor. The mystery of the mirror’s reflection, and the figure’s hesitation, lingers in the air like a cold breath, pulling the viewer into its depths. Something ancient and powerful watches from the darkness beyond, its presence felt but never fully seen. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>