In the heart of an endless jungle, overgrown with bioluminescent vines, an elven scholar in a tattered cloak kneels before an ancient, moss- covered stone tablet. Strange, shifting glyphs carved into the stone pulse with a soft, green light, illuminating the scholar’s dirt- streaked face. Towering trees with glowing, sapphire leaves stretch high above, their twisting branches forming a labyrinthine canopy that blocks out the sky. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant cries of unseen creatures, their voices echoing through the tangled undergrowth. The scholar’s trembling fingers trace the carvings, feeling the faint warmth radiating from the stone, as if it still remembers the hands that chiseled its message eons ago. A cluster of glowing mushrooms nearby emits a faint, melodic hum, vibrating in perfect sync with the pulsing glyphs. As the scholar leans closer, the light intensifies, casting long shadows across the clearing, as though the jungle itself is holding its breath. The symbols shift and rearrange, forming words in a language the scholar should not understand—but somehow, deep in their bones, they do. A gust of wind rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of something ancient waking beneath the roots. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0. 4> <lora:Vintage comic book:0. 7> <lora:MoriiMee_Gothic_Niji_Style_FLUX:1. 0>