The scarlet petals that danced in the air around the tower were not mere flowers but the remnants of potent spells cast long ago, each one a note in an everlasting symphony of enchantment. And so, the watchtower stood, not just a relic of stone and spell, but a beacon of an age when fantasy was not just imagined, but lived and breathed, a monument to the magic that once was and, perhaps, might one day be again,by Bjorn Richter ,C. R. W. Nevinson,,trending on artstation, sharp focus, studio photo, intricate details, highly detailed, by greg rutkowski,