null ship’s insignia—a crest

    In a world where the sky is forever shrouded in storm clouds, an investigator with silver-threaded hair and deep, ink-black eyes stands at the edge of a bottomless chasm, studying the remains of a shattered airship. The wreckage is twisted and burned, its metal hull scorched with claw marks too large for any known creature. Lightning flashes, illuminating the abyss below, where something vast and slithering moves beneath the surface of the mist. The investigator adjusts the sigil-laced scarf wrapped around their throat, its runes flickering as if whispering warnings only they can hear. They crouch, tracing the charred edges of the ship’s insignia—a crest that was erased from history a century ago. The wind howls through the wreckage, carrying the scent of ozone and something far older, something that doesn't belong in this world. Nearby, a single black feather, larger than a man’s arm, is half-buried in the mud, still pulsing faintly with a heartbeat not its own. The detective has chased myths before, but tonight, the myth might be hunting back. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Ev_Ganin:0.4><lora:Vintage comic book:0.4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0.4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX-000001:0.4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0.4>

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