On a mist- covered cliff overlooking a stormy, gray ocean, the ghost of a shipâs captain stands at the edge, his tattered coat billowing in the cold, salty wind. His face, pale and gaunt, is etched with sorrow, and his hollow eyes glow with a faint, blue light as he gazes out at the endless expanse of churning waves. Behind him, the ruins of an old lighthouse loom, its broken tower silhouetted against the stormy sky, the light long extinguished. The captainâs ghostly form flickers as the wind howls around him, the sound of crashing waves mixing with the distant, echoing cries of lost sailors. His hand rests on the hilt of a rusted cutlass, his fingers ghostly and translucent, as though gripping a weapon from another world. The ground beneath him is jagged and uneven, covered in slick, wet stones and patches of seaweed that cling to the cliffside. Far below, the remains of his ship, shattered and broken, lie scattered among the rocks, half- submerged in the violent sea. The air is thick with the scent of salt and rain, and the captainâs presence adds a chilling sense of loss to the desolate, windswept landscape. The scene is one of eternal mourning, where the ghost of the captain is bound to the sea that claimed his ship and crew. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0. 3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0. 8> High- contrast illustration
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