Amidst a jungle where the once- vibrant flora has begun to wither and die, a druid in leaf- green robes stands with her arms outstretched, desperately trying to channel the last vestiges of nature’s magic. Her robes, adorned with shimmering emerald vines, glow faintly, though the light flickers and fades as the energy of the jungle ebbs away. Around her, massive trees with twisted roots collapse, their leaves falling like ash in the stagnant air. The sky is a deep, unnatural green, tinged with streaks of black, as though the atmosphere itself is poisoned. The ground beneath her feet cracks and splits, revealing deep fissures that glow with a sickly green light, signaling the collapse of the ecosystem. Strange, malformed creatures limp through the dying forest, their bodies twisted and mutated by the toxic environment. The druid’s face is etched with desperation as she channels the last remaining magic through her staff, its emerald gemstone flickering weakly. The jungle, once a vibrant, untamed paradise, is now a shadow of its former self, on the verge of collapse, as the druid fights to preserve what little remains of its life force. <lora:FluxMythV2:0. 9><lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora:0. 7><lora:flux. 1_lora_flyway_Epic- detail_v2:0. 65><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0. 15><lora:- Flux1- soothing_atmo_V2. 0:0. 45>