close- up, We look at the face of the cursed king. His chin rests heavily on his chest, a crown of shattered antlers barely visible against the swirling blood- red sky. Emerald flames dance across his thin, etched face, revealing cracks in the bone and a single sad eye that glows with the same haunting light. Tears, like molten gold, run down his cheekbones, leaving trails of smoke through the dust. Around him, a chaotic confusion of spectral shapes clash in an eternal battle, but our attention remains on the king’s immense grief. 8k resolution, hyper- realistic detail, a powerful sense of pain and loss, H. R. Giger meets Frank Frazetta
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