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    Whiro, the Māori lord of darkness and evil, crouches in the shadowy depths of Te Urewera Forest. His emaciated body is cloaked in ragged flax mats and mangy kiwi feathers, with skeletal hands gripping a mere (club) carved from blackened whalebone. Rotting tā moko (facial tattoos) writhe across his ashen skin, and his eyes burn like smoldering obsidian. Twisted kauri trees loom overhead, their roots strangling glowworm- lit streams, while taniwha (water spirits) slither in murky pools. The moon is eclipsed by storm clouds, and the air reeks of decay. Behind him, a shattered waka (canoe) lies half- sunk in a stagnant swamp. Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand

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    Whiro, the Māori lord of darkness and evil, crouches in the shadowy depths of Te Urewera Forest. His emaciated body is cloaked in ragged flax mats and mangy kiwi feathers, with skeletal hands gripping a mere (club) carved from blackened whalebone. Rotting tā moko (facial tattoos) writhe across his ashen skin, and his eyes burn like smoldering obsidian. Twisted kauri trees loom overhead, their roots strangling glowworm-lit streams, while taniwha (water spirits) slither in murky pools. The moon is eclipsed by storm clouds, and the air reeks of decay. Behind him, a shattered waka (canoe) lies half-sunk in a stagnant swamp. Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand
    Whiro, the Māori lord of darkness and evil, crouches in the shadowy depths of Te Urewera Forest. His emaciated body is cloaked in ragged flax mats and mangy kiwi feathers, with skeletal hands gripping a mere (club) carved from blackened whalebone. Rotting tā moko (facial tattoos) writhe across his ashen skin, and his eyes burn like smoldering obsidian. Twisted kauri trees loom overhead, their roots strangling glowworm-lit streams, while taniwha (water spirits) slither in murky pools. The moon is eclipsed by storm clouds, and the air reeks of decay. Behind him, a shattered waka (canoe) lies half-sunk in a stagnant swamp. Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand
    Yu Huang, the Jade Emperor, floats serenely above Mount Kunlun, his flowing silk robes rippling with celestial winds. His crown glows with jade-green light, and his beard swirls like a river of clouds. Ethereal dragons coil around his sleeves, exhaling gusts that scatter peach blossoms across Taoist temples below. The mountain peaks are shrouded in mist, with arched bridges leading to floating palaces adorned with wind chimes. Scholars in hanfu robes and cranes bow as he passes, while scrolls of divine law unravel in the tempest. Waterfalls cascade upward, defying gravity in the whirlwind.. Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand
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