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A tall, broad-shouldered man stands rigid, his presence commanding yet restrained. A strong, square-jawed face with deep lines of experience, every contour telling a story of battles fought and won. A pair of deep-set, ice-blue eyes flicker with quiet calculation, their gaze sharp and unrelenting. A thick, slightly unkempt mane of black hair, streaked with silver at the temples, falling over furrowed brows. A well-worn leather jacket, its surface cracked and weathered, carrying the scent of old tobacco and rain. A heavy signet ring on his right hand, engraved with an old family crest that no one remembers but him. Runs a hand through his hair when deep in thought, fingers lingering at his temple before dropping away. Jagged cliffs loom over a restless sea, where waves crash violently against the rocks, sending bursts of sea spray into the salted air. The wind howls, tugging at clothing and tousling hair with unseen hands. The cliff’s edge is uneven, crumbling in places, a treacherous warning to any who dare venture too close. Far below, the ocean churns, dark and endless, its surface breaking only for the occasional flash of something moving beneath the waves. A lighthouse stands in the distance, its rusted metal staircase spiraling upward, the beacon above flickering as if unsure whether to guide lost souls—or signal something far worse. The distant sound of creaking metal hints that the storm is not yet done tearing at the world.

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Photorealistic - Flux Pro

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