Wilbur Whateley stands atop Sentinel Hill before an ancient stone altar
Wilbur Whateley stands atop Sentinel Hill before an ancient stone altar, his misshapen body silhouetted against a blood-red sunset over the Atlantic. His robes billow in an unnatural wind as he reads from the Necronomicon, while massive tentacles breach reality itself, tearing through a shimmering violet rift in the sky. The surrounding landscape appears warped and wrong, with twisted trees and shadows that move independently. Lovecraftian cosmic horror, eldritch abomination, dark surrealism, volumetric fog, cinematic lighting, extreme detail, photorealistic rendering.
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Wilbur Whateley stands atop Sentinel Hill before an ancient stone altar, his misshapen body silhouetted against a blood-red sunset over the Atlantic. His robes billow in an unnatural wind as he reads from the Necronomicon, while massive tentacles breach reality itself, tearing through a shimmering violet rift in the sky. The surrounding landscape appears warped and wrong, with twisted trees and shadows that move independently. Lovecraftian cosmic horror, eldritch abomination, dark surrealism, volumetric fog, cinematic lighting, extreme detail, photorealistic rendering.
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