Seated atop a throne of writhing, living roots, a humanoid figure with bark- like skin and clusters of glowing mushrooms growing from their shoulders holds an enormous tome titled How to Breathe in a World Without Air. Their elongated fingers, gnarled like ancient branches, gently trace the bookâs embossed cover, which appears to pulse faintly, as if alive. The forest around them is unlike any other, its trees inverted, with roots sprawling into the sky and leaves dripping upward like liquid gold. Fireflies with multiple, blinking eyes hover in the air, casting an eerie green glow over the moss- covered throne. A soft, melodic hum seeps from the bookâs pages, resonating with the rhythm of the readerâs slow, measured breathing. The night sky above is filled with luminous jellyfish swimming through the void, their tendrils crackling with static energy. Twisting vines coil around the readerâs legs as if listening, eagerly awaiting the secrets within the bookâs cursed pages. A warm, damp mist rises from the ground, carrying the scent of damp earth and something impossibly old. Though the figureâs face is expressionless, their glowing, amber eyes flicker with a deep, unsettling understanding. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0. 35>
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