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    A colossal plastic sentinel, its featureless face gazing into infinity. Its form, smooth and artificial, is impossibly still, yet its presence looms over time itself. Within its hollow chest, a swirling black void devours all light, an anomaly within an anomaly. It does not watch, yet it knows. The final guardian, sculpted from an era long forgotten, standing between reality and the unknown. Ultra- detailed, hyper- realistic, cinematic lighting, 8K, octane render, imposing synthetic deity, monolithic plastic figure, eternal silence. novuschroma53 style, rp_slgd

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