a hunched, bone-thin necromancer draped in decayed papyrus robes, his fingers stained with eldritch ink as he feverishly copies forbidden texts onto human skin parchment, his candle-lit study filled with floating, whispering scrolls bound in stitched tongues, behind him, an iron bookshelf lined with skulls, each jaw muttering arcane secrets, dungeon punk aesthetic, muted stone-gray background with neon-violet glyphs glowing ominously, deep orange candlelight casting jagged shadows, heavy black outlines, intricate, grotesque detail
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