Perched on the edge of a jagged cliff, a cursed lighthouse emits a baleful, blood-red light that cuts through the stormy night. The structure is weathered and crumbling, with symbols of warning etched into its stone. Inside, a Doomed Adventurer climbs the spiral staircase, their torch flickering and casting long, ominous shadows. The air is thick with the scent of salt and decay, and the distant sound of wailing can be heard over the crashing waves. The atmosphere is one of isolation and dread, with the high-contrast, grungy visuals enhancing the sense of danger and unease.
, the scene is captured in dimly lit dark fantasy but vibrant colors, with bold ink lines defining form against the watercolor wash of the aged paper