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A close- up of a mystical tree branch with rough, textured gray bark. The branch is adorned with elegant, slightly curled leaves in deep purple and black, creating a dark and mysterious contrast. Sitting on the branch is a mystical, divine, glowing, magical hawk radiating a warm golden- yellow light. The hawk’s feathers shimmer with an ethereal glow, casting a soft illumination onto the branch and surrounding leaves. The Hawk's wings leave behind a trail of golden glowing dust and smoke. The background is blurred and dark, with hints of faint mystical mist or magical particles floating in the air. The atmosphere is enchanting, warm, calming, mysterious, and full of fantasy elements

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