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A stocky, barrel-chested man with a solid stance, his posture unshaken by the chaos around him. A rugged, weathered face with a broad forehead and a jawline roughened by years of hardship. Heavy-lidded, storm-gray eyes hold a quiet intensity, masking something restless beneath the surface. A shaggy mop of sun-bleached hair, tousled by the wind, always looking like he just stepped off an adventure. A rugged flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms lined with scars, the fabric rough from years of wear. A battered dog tag hanging from a chain around his neck, the name long since worn away. Adjusts the cuffs of his sleeves before speaking, as if preparing for battle with words alone. Beneath the bustling metropolis lies another world—a labyrinth of stone corridors and broken pillars, remnants of an empire long buried. Dust swirls in the damp air, disturbed by cautious footsteps. Murals, their carvings faded by centuries of neglect, stretch across the walls, telling fragmented stories of a civilization lost to time. The deeper one ventures, the more the silence feels alive—echoes of movement in the distance, faint drafts shifting the flickering torchlight. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten decay, the stone beneath feeling uneven and unstable, as if the past itself is waiting to resurface.

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Photorealistic - Flux Pro

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