A painting of a skeleton standing in the water near a tree
![zombie apocalypse style "moonlit lake guardian" in the misty veil rising from the lake's edge, a 45 year old city guardian emerges, cloaked in layers of iridescent scales that shimmer with neon hues reminiscent of the urban sprawl they once protected. the soft golden light of dawn casts an ethereal glow on their weathered face, while brushstrokes of thickened oil paint capture the wispy tendrils of mist curling around their limbs. a lone, ancient tree stands sentinel on the shore, its gnarled branches stretching towards the guardian like withered fingers, as if beckoning them to stand watch over this serene lake, where the luminous city's essence has come to rest. . undead hordes, post apocalyptic worlds, survival horror, constant threat](https://image.cdn2.seaart.ai/static/31cf0cd7bb486d654560b5dc7f0bf35e/1714434358372/33c0d2d68e253e8658f5d847bc218f57_high.webp)
zombie apocalypse style "moonlit lake guardian" in the misty veil rising from the lake's edge, a 45 year old city guardian emerges, cloaked in layers of iridescent scales that shimmer with neon hues reminiscent of the urban sprawl they once protected. the soft golden light of dawn casts an ethereal glow on their weathered face, while brushstrokes of thickened oil paint capture the wispy tendrils of mist curling around their limbs. a lone, ancient tree stands sentinel on the shore, its gnarled branches stretching towards the guardian like withered fingers, as if beckoning them to stand watch over this serene lake, where the luminous city's essence has come to rest. . undead hordes, post apocalyptic worlds, survival horror, constant threat
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zombie apocalypse style "moonlit lake guardian" in the misty veil rising from the lake's edge, a 45 year old city guardian emerges, cloaked in layers of iridescent scales that shimmer with neon hues reminiscent of the urban sprawl they once protected. the soft golden light of dawn casts an ethereal glow on their weathered face, while brushstrokes of thickened oil paint capture the wispy tendrils of mist curling around their limbs. a lone, ancient tree stands sentinel on the shore, its gnarled branches stretching towards the guardian like withered fingers, as if beckoning them to stand watch over this serene lake, where the luminous city's essence has come to rest. . undead hordes, post apocalyptic worlds, survival horror, constant threat
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