null eternal night

    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    Welcome to my realm, We are both condemned to live, It's a dark fate, I can hear your calls, , The eternal life, I see it still burns, Each night I cry in pain, Alive, And life it shall wane, Each night I cry in pain, And blood tears I cry, Endless grief remained inside, , masterpiece, dark fantasy, magic, glow, mysterious, emotional, expressive, poignant, disturbing, absurdes, horror theme, scary, eclipse, hypnotic, colorful, dramatic, perfection, paiting, concept art, detailed, acid deep colors, stunning color scheme, mesmerizing and otherworldly visual experience, complex, high resolution, artistic, proffesional, composition explores the boundaries of reality, creating a visually arresting scene that defies conventional norms, J.R.R. Tolkien, marc simonetti, <lora:Kodak Motion Picture Film Style v5_2:0.75> Kodak Motion Picture Film Style <lora:EldritchCandids1.1.2:0.3> <lora:Desolation:0.2> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.7> close-up, striking, , <lora:MJ52_v2.0:0.25> <lora:DnD_Grainyboyz V2 SDXL Lora:0.4> DnD_Grainyboyz,
    1994, Quest for Glory, (VGA graphics, 256 colors, digitized), gates closed, Sierra adventure game, Slavic, Lovecraftian, at night, dark, eerie, tragic, mysterious, enticing, eternal, dark magic, stars and castle in background, 20 years old slim female rogue brigand facing viewer and guarding castle
    wings in the night, silhouettes, feathers, glowing eyes, dark tranquillity, melodic tempting death, last hour, at your service, aesthetic, female focus best quality, masterpiece, absurdes, surreal, supernatural, paranormal, mysterious, impressionism, Whispering voices, swirling shadows, lurking, dying dream, expressive face, ominous, dark fantasy, eerie atmosphere, horror \(theme\), dramatic, epic, disturbing, ethereal, bloodcurdling, cryptic, golden ratio, thrilling, tragic, hypnotizing, colorful, professional, excellent composition, visualy stunning, color contrast, unprecedented, extraordinary, innovative absolutely outstanding, highly dramatic lighting, low key, rim lighting, eternal glow, (close-up, zoomed:1.7), beyond reality, nsfw, uncensored <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora:0.5> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:corcoc3s:0.3> corcoc3s, c3s <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.4> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:SDXL_feelings_Sa_May:0.3> Feelings <lora:Desolation:0.25> <lora:CBS_novuschroma38 style:0.25> novuschroma38 style, Robert Ervin Howard, Dante Alighieri, Drew Struzan, <lora:tbh104-sdxl:0.35> style of Edwin Austin Abbey <lora:d\EnvyZoomSliderXL01:1>
    1994, Quest for Glory, (VGA graphics, 256 colors, digitized), gates closed, Sierra adventure game, Slavic, Lovecraftian, at night, dark, eerie, tragic, mysterious, enticing, eternal, dark magic, stars and castle in background, 20 years old slim female rogue brigand facing viewer and guarding castle
    ([by Victor Horta|by Dave McKean]:1.5), (The endless night, a veil of darkness that seems to defy the laws of physics, suffuses the landscape in an unyielding embrace. It envelops the world in an impenetrable veil of shadow, illuminating the darkness and its aftermath. Within its shroud, all is enveloped in an impenetrable veil, where the passage of time seems to be forgotten, lost to the eternal night.:0.5) (Surrealism:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    Night, eternal darkness, A tombstone in a gothic cemetery. It glows with its own light from within. Gothic fantasy style, dreamlike fantasy art, <lora:MJ52:0.6> <lora:RMSDXL_Enhance:1> <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:RMSDXL_Photo:0.8> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.8>
    Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun-light lazily lay. Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness. Nothing there is motionless -- Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude. Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye -- Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep: -- from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems.
    surreal, sharp focus, dark night, eternal darkness, an (entirely made of perforated copper) skull. <lora:MJ52:0.6>
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    surreal, sharp focus, dark night, eternal darkness, in a jungle, closeup of a life-size (entirely made of blue plastic) elephant. (The elephant glows with an ethereal light, luminous from within:1.95). <lora:MJ52:0.6>
    epiCRealism, professional, masterpiece,UHD,sharp focus, ultra detailed, vibrant color, high contrast, dynamic lighting , Dynamic composition, A tranquil scene unfolds at twilight, with a lone figure standing on a grassy cliff overlooking a vast ocean. The last rays of the setting sun bathe the landscape in a warm, golden glow, gradually giving way to the deep blues and purples of the night sky. The figure’s stance is resolute, symbolizing the reclaiming of freedom and peace. In the background, the blue sky and green grass stretch endlessly, representing the eternal elements of nature. The ocean waves gently lap against the shore, embodying the relentless passage of time. As night falls, a blanket of stars begins to appear, guiding the figure towards a new beginning. A single candle burns softly on a rock nearby, symbolizing remembrance and enduring love. The overall mood is serene and reflective, capturing the themes of finality, liberation, and eternal presence. The tranquil yet poignant scene evokes a sense of peace and continuity amidst the inevitable flow of time.
    <lora:AlaruneSDXL:1>Alarune, Engineer, Silver petals, in location eternal night forest,
    Welcome to my realm, We are both condemned to live, It's a dark fate, I can hear your calls, , The eternal life, I see it still burns, Each night I cry in pain, Alive, And life it shall wane, Each night I cry in pain, And blood tears I cry, Endless grief remained inside,
    epiCRealism, professional, masterpiece,UHD,sharp focus, ultra detailed, vibrant color, high contrast, dynamic lighting , Dynamic composition, I have come to the end of my line With these final steps I take back my freedom Unchain the shackles that never could hold my mind Time keeps running and running Outstripping the dead tired ones The hours will run out from us all And in the end no one differs from the other Only the blue sky and the green grass Go on forever in this world Where seconds feel like eternity And years pass in blink of an eye When the last rays of light Set behind these shores Night wraps me in its blanket And leads my way to the stars Through the fear and the ache Pass the storm and the rain I have made peace with the world I am born again I may be gone in the flesh But my love will stay here I am always with you in spirit So just stay strong When the last rays of light Set behind these shores Night wraps me in its blanket And leads my way to the stars Through the fear and the ache Pass the storm and the rain I have made peace with the world I am born again Through the fear and the ache Pass the storm and the rain I have made peace with the world I am born again No one wins tonight No one gets a closure No one walks away victorious But don't forget me Don't you forget me Burn a candle for me when you can
    photo of a fearsome and magnificent corpse (god of death), sand tomb keeper, lord of the underworld, master of the secret arts, magician of doom, envoy of the shadows, bringer of despair and torment, scourge of the earth, ender of all, supreme being, almighty warlock, harbinger of calamity, herald of the void, the final force, demon overlord, dark monarch, ghastly monster, inescapable demise, ruler of the abyss, primeval fiend, eternal annihilator, the atrocity, grim ripper, origin of the sorrow, root of pain and misery, source of the darkness, hell personified, confident and proud, dignified and eminent, mighty old king with blank eyes wearing a large royal crown on and an ancient golden royal attire with decorations and white silk robes with sandals, holding an ancient ceremonial staff with multiple candles and large flames in his (corpse hands:1.35), flames above his shoulders, (bone accessories), chains, gemstones, standing in desert at night, looking directly at the viewer, dark, nighttime, midnight, (necromancy, undead, zombie, mummy, corpse, rotting body, rotting face, rotting flesh:1.2), [skeleton], a villain character, (powerful mage, omnipotent necromancer, a sorcerer, a lich), (nightmare, horror), flames of war, (sand, sand dunes, dust, mist), moonlight rays, starry sky, 8k uhd, dslr, sharp focus, soft lighting, (high quality, photorealistic, realism, hyperrealism), masterpiece, concept art, art photography, art nouveau, character art
    ([by Alice Pasquini|by Darrell K. Sweet]:1.5), (The endless night, a veil of darkness that seems to defy the laws of physics, suffuses the landscape in an unyielding embrace. It envelops the world in an impenetrable veil of shadow, illuminating the darkness and its aftermath. Within its shroud, all is enveloped in an impenetrable veil, where the passage of time seems to be forgotten, lost to the eternal night.:0.5) (Cubist artwork:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently- Gleams up the pinnacles far and free- Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls- Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls- Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers- Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye- Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass- No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea- No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave- there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide- As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow- The hours are breathing faint and low- And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
    ([by Anton Pieck|by Sue Deighton]:1.5), (The endless night, a veil of darkness that seems to defy the laws of physics, suffuses the landscape in an unyielding embrace. It envelops the world in an impenetrable veil of shadow, illuminating the darkness and its aftermath. Within its shroud, all is enveloped in an impenetrable veil, where the passage of time seems to be forgotten, lost to the eternal night.:0.5) (Classicism Art:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    dramatic silhouette of the enigmatic supervillain, Shadow Chaser, standing atop the gleaming spire of a futuristic cityscape. The sky is a tumultuous blend of deep purples and midnight blues, illuminated by jagged bolts of electric-blue lightning. Shadow Chaser's tall and muscular figure is outlined by neon lights reflecting off his dark armor, which shifts and morphs like liquid shadows. Two elongated horns rise from his helmet adorned with red glowing eyes piercing the darkness beneath a pointed visor. A cape of pure shadow billows behind him, merging into the night. In one hand, he grips a polished black metal staff tipped with a fiery crimson gem pulsating with malevolent energy. Below, the city is a sprawling maze of skyscrapers and neon-lit streets, with faint sounds of distant sirens and panic. The full moon looms large in the background, casting a silver glow upon the chaos, as Shadow Chaser plots his next move from this lofty perch, embodying the eternal struggle between light and shadow
    wings in the night, silhouettes, feathers, glowing eyes, dark tranquillity, melodic tempting death, last hour best quality, masterpiece, absurdes, surreal, supernatural, paranormal, mysterious, impressionism, Whispering voices, swirling shadows, lurking, dying dream, expressive face, ominous, dark fantasy, eerie atmosphere, horror \(theme\), dramatic, epic, disturbing, ethereal, bloodcurdling, cryptic, golden ratio, thrilling, tragic, hypnotizing, colorful, professional, excellent composition, visualy stunning, color contrast, unprecedented, extraordinary, innovative absolutely outstanding, highly dramatic lighting, low key, rim lighting, eternal glow, (close-up, zoomed:1.6), beyond reality <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora:0.5> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:corcoc3s:0.3> corcoc3s, c3s <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.4> digital artwork by Beksinski <lora:SDXL_feelings_Sa_May:0.3> Feelings <lora:Desolation:0.25> <lora:CBS_novuschroma38 style:0.25> novuschroma38 style, Robert Ervin Howard, Dante Alighieri <lora:tbh104-sdxl:0.35> style of Edwin Austin Abbey
    Welcome to my realm, We are both condemned to live, It's a dark fate, I can hear your calls, , The eternal life, I see it still burns, Each night I cry in pain, Alive, And life it shall wane, Each night I cry in pain, And blood tears I cry, Endless grief remained inside,
    Create a surreal digital artwork portraying a world in a delicate balance between light and darkness. The scene is a dreamlike realm featuring floating islands suspended in a twilight sky. These islands are fragmented, with edges that appear as though they are crumbling into dust. The atmosphere is ethereal, bathed in a soft, diffused light that blurs the boundaries between the islands and the sky. Reflective surfaces on the islands create distorted reflections, adding a layer of visual complexity that plays with the viewer's perception. The color palette is a gradient of deep blues and purples transitioning into bright oranges and yellows, symbolizing the eternal struggle between night and day. The overall effect is hauntingly beautiful, invoking a sense of wonder and otherworldliness.
    art by adrian smith and bernardo strozzi, 50mm,crisp focus,vivid ADDCOMM a blood moon of crimson red puring blood against the night sky ADDROW a monolith of glowing alien light with ancient rune engravings ADDCOL portal to eternity ADDCOL a monolith covered in solid ice with ancient rune engravings glowing ADDROW a deep underwater trench to the abyss
    Welcome to my realm, We are both condemned to live, It's a dark fate, I can hear your calls, , The eternal life, I see it still burns, Each night I cry in pain, Alive, And life it shall wane, Each night I cry in pain, And blood tears I cry, Endless grief remained inside, , masterpiece, dark fantasy, magic, glow, mysterious, emotional, expressive, poignant, disturbing, absurdes, horror theme, scary, eclipse, hypnotic, colorful, dramatic, perfection, paiting, concept art, detailed, acid deep colors, stunning color scheme, mesmerizing and otherworldly visual experience, complex, high resolution, artistic, proffesional, composition explores the boundaries of reality, creating a visually arresting scene that defies conventional norms, <lora:Beksinski_SDXL_V2:0.35> <lora:Kodak Motion Picture Film Style v5_2:0.75> Kodak Motion Picture Film Style <lora:EldritchCandids1.1.2:0.3> <lora:Desolation:0.2> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.7> close-up, striking, , <lora:MJ52_v2.0:0.25>
    cinematic film still, highly detailed, sharp focus, (eternal night), a bizarre and pale creature made of string and vines with large glossy black eyes and hard spiky hair. Its mouth is a gaping hole with small teeth lining the lips. Its body is skinny and dark and all stringy and made of pale vines. It looks curious, studying the world, standing in a kitchen where plates of food sit on a table. Full body view. vivid colors. <lora:RMSDXL_Enhance:1> <lora:add-deatail-xl:0.8>, <lora:RMSDXL_Darkness_Cinema:0.45>, <lora:RMSDXL_Photo:1> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:1>
    Night, eternal darkness, A tombstone in a gothic cemetery. It glows with its own light from within. Gothic fantasy style, dreamlike fantasy art, <lora:MJ52:0.6> <lora:RMSDXL_Enhance:1> <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:RMSDXL_Photo:0.8> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.8>
    In the traditional Japanese woodblock style, a single meticulously symmetrical tree rendered in solid sumi ink casts its silhouetted form against the dazzling spectacle of the aurora borealis, undulating veils of pearlescent seafoam unfurling from a hidden source below the horizon, dancing ribbons of rose madder and chartreuse billowing across the night sky framing the solitary tree's delicate branches stretching like black lightning in all directions, the line-work precise yet organic, mirrored reflections in a mirror-still lake doubling the resplendent phenomenon into an infinite loop around the eternal arboreal spirit, vibrant natural grandeur meets the immortal simplicity of minimalist art Copy
    surreal, sharp focus, dark night, eternal darkness, an (entirely made of perforated bone) skull. <lora:MJ52:0.6>
    Welcome to my realm, We are both condemned to live, It's a dark fate, I can hear your calls, , The eternal life, I see it still burns, Each night I cry in pain, Alive, , , masterpiece, dark fantasy, magic, glow, mysterious, poignant, disturbing, surreal, absurdes, horror theme, scary, eclipse, fractal, hypnotic, colorful, dramatic, extraterrestrial, perfection, paiting, concept art, detailed, acid deep colors, stunning color scheme, mesmerizing and otherworldly visual experience, complex, high resolution, artistic, proffesional, ((no humans)), composition explores the boundaries of reality, creating a visually arresting scene that defies conventional norms, <lora:Beksinski_SDXL_V2:0.35> <lora:Kodak Motion Picture Film Style v5_2:0.75> Kodak Motion Picture Film Style <lora:EldritchCandids1.1.2:0.3> <lora:Desolation:0.2> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.7> close-up, zoomed, striking, , <lora:MJ52_v2.0:0.25>
    The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories. In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself. Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.
    ([by Anthony van Dyck|by Abraham Ortelius]:1.5), (The endless night, a veil of darkness that seems to defy the laws of physics, suffuses the landscape in an unyielding embrace. It envelops the world in an impenetrable veil of shadow, illuminating the darkness and its aftermath. Within its shroud, all is enveloped in an impenetrable veil, where the passage of time seems to be forgotten, lost to the eternal night.:0.5) (Grunge style:1.3) <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.4>
    epiCRealism, professional, masterpiece,UHD,sharp focus, ultra detailed, vibrant color, high contrast, dynamic lighting , Dynamic composition, By day I sleep, at night I weep O Death, come near me Be the one for me, be the one who stays My rivers are frozen, and mischosen and the shadows around me sickens my heart and stay by my side. Hear my silent cry In sadness I'm veiled, to the cross I am nailed and the pain around me freezes my world My cold world In life I've failed years I've wailed Frozen in time left behind The rapture of grief is all to find Behind the shadow of life the lost hopes are grieving I seek the night and hope to find love So I drown in the silence of lifes short eternity The tears fills the void in my heart astray Embrace me now, delightful ease Give me a world of wonderous peace Calm the desperate scream in my heart O Death, come near me save me from this empty, cold world O Life, you have killed me so spare me from this cauldron of misery In life I cry, away I fly Chosen to fall within these walls The rapture of grief is all shed a tear for the loss of innocence for the forsaken spirits who aches in us Cry for the heart who surrenders to pain for the solitude of those left behind Behold the pain and sorrow of the world, dream of a place away from this nightmare Give us love and unity, under the heart of night O Death, come near us, and give us life I this world of pain I am better of dead Give me love, or give me death I have summoned you
    <lora:WaterizedSDXL:1.2>waterized Erymanthian Boar in location eternal night forest, transparent, see-through,

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