Desolate temple courtyard, with crumbling stone statues and overgrown vines
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desolate temple courtyard, with crumbling stone statues and overgrown vines, a young monk stands alone in the center, his robe tattered and dirty, his face is twisted in anguish and fury, his once-pure eyes now burn with an unholy fire, he holds a shattered rosary in his hands, the beads falling to the ground like droplets of blood, around him, symbols of his faith have been defiled and broken, leaving an air of sacrilege and despair, the sky above is dark, scary,with storm clouds gathering, and lightning illuminates the monk’s figure as he raises his arms to the heavens, calling down a curse on those who have wronged him.
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desolate temple courtyard, with crumbling stone statues and overgrown vines, a young monk stands alone in the center, his robe tattered and dirty, his face is twisted in anguish and fury, his once-pure eyes now burn with an unholy fire, he holds a shattered rosary in his hands, the beads falling to the ground like droplets of blood, around him, symbols of his faith have been defiled and broken, leaving an air of sacrilege and despair, the sky above is dark, scary,with storm clouds gathering, and lightning illuminates the monk’s figure as he raises his arms to the heavens, calling down a curse on those who have wronged him.
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