A staircase spirals down into the darkness, vanishing beneath a shroud of fog
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A staircase spirals down into the darkness, vanishing beneath a shroud of fog, as if swallowed by the underworld, while a doorway above looms ajar, its threshold dimly lit by an eerie, flickering glow, illuminating the surrounding air thick with mist, like the breath of Hades, amidst the eerie silence, two eyes and a distorted mouth, radiating an otherworldly malevolence, pierce the shadows, reminiscent of Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting, dark fantasy realm, infused with the gothic mystery of HR Giger and the eerie landscapes of Ashley Wood, in a palette of sickly grays, sickly yellows, and fiery oranges.
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A staircase spirals down into the darkness, vanishing beneath a shroud of fog, as if swallowed by the underworld, while a doorway above looms ajar, its threshold dimly lit by an eerie, flickering glow, illuminating the surrounding air thick with mist, like the breath of Hades, amidst the eerie silence, two eyes and a distorted mouth, radiating an otherworldly malevolence, pierce the shadows, reminiscent of Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting, dark fantasy realm, infused with the gothic mystery of HR Giger and the eerie landscapes of Ashley Wood, in a palette of sickly grays, sickly yellows, and fiery oranges.
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