In a dense, fog-enshrouded swamp, a shaman with skin the color of deep mahogany and eyes glowing like twin embers stands waist-deep in murky, black water, his staff raised high above his head. The twisted, gnarled roots of ancient trees stretch out from the water, forming a tangled web of shadow and decay, while bioluminescent fungi cling to the bark, casting an eerie, green glow across the swamp. Above him, the night sky is barely visible through the thick canopy of twisted branches, but the faint outline of a blood-red moon can be seen glowing ominously. His staff, adorned with bones and feathers, crackles with arcane energy, sending ripples of light through the dark water as he channels the ancient power of the swamp. Surrounding him, the eyes of shadowy creatures glint from the underbrush, their shapes indistinct but their presence palpable in the thick, humid air. The swamp itself seems to pulse with life, the water gently swirling around him as though it responds to his call. Strange, ghostly fireflies hover in the air, their lights dancing in slow, deliberate patterns, casting long, flickering shadows across the twisted trees. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the soft, rhythmic chanting of the shaman blends seamlessly with the rustling leaves and distant croaks of unseen creatures. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp <lora:Dark_and_sentimental v1.0:0.75><lora:FluxMythG0thicL1nes:0.6>